Page 38 of Sinfully Mine
A growl left him, low and feral, a sound Hester never imagined such an elegant man would make. He nipped at the side of her neck, the sharp sting sending a pulse between her thighs. Grabbing her roughly around the waist, he pulled her back against him, palm stretching across her stomach.
“Sinclair.” Hester wasn’t frightened, on the contrary, she had never thought to feel so aroused by a man’s touch. Had decided she could have Blackbird Heath, but not this. There was such savageness in him, she could see it clearly now. The same sort of ruthless desperation that lived inside her.
He pushed her an inch away, tearing at the laces of the corset until the unwelcome garment split apart.
She took a deep breath, filling her lungs for the first time this evening. “That’s lovely,” she murmured.
“Take it off.” The roughened sound of his voice, almost angry, struck her. “All of it, Hester. Every stitch.”
Hester lifted her chin, blushing furiously, about to refuse, but the look on his face brooked no argument. “I’m not—” She looked up at the ceiling, unsure the sentiment she meant to convey. Not beautiful? Not Lady Downing? No, that wasn’t it.
Hester feared his disappointment.
Closing her eyes, she tossed off the chemise, allowing the wisp of fabric to flutter to the floor and faced him, breasts bare.
He took her hands, pressing a kiss to each palm as she tried to pull them from his grasp, ashamed of their appearance.
“Don’t,” he whispered, before pulling Hester’s wrists to her sides. Leaning forward, the warmth of his mouth circled one nipple, eliciting a small cry from her lips. Her back arched, forcing her breast more fully into his mouth as he worshipped and adored that small, tiny peak, sucking and licking until she flailed in his hold.
He pressed her into the bed, naked save for her stockings. Sinclair regarded her through a heavy-lidded sensual gaze, one that had goosebumps erupting across her skin.
A deep unsure breath filled her lungs.
Lips met hers, gentle. A sensual maneuvering that was more dance than kiss before sucking Hester’s bottom lip between his teeth, tugging ever so slightly, the sharp sting sending a jolt down between her thighs. His tongue teased and tasted along her lips, nipping at the corners until with a soft gasp, Hester opened beneath him.
He devoured her mouth, exploring in a languid manner, in no hurry to do anything but kiss her. The tips of her breasts chafed against his shirt, and she longed to have him naked beside her. She reached up to thread her fingers through the silk of his hair, wanting him and his glorious mouth and tongue so much closer.
Fingers slowly traversed her skin, tips trailing over the line of her ribs and across her hips. His forefinger slid into the hollow of her thigh, dangerously close to Hester’s aching sex. A slow spool of honey pulsed at the apex of her thighs, filling her with need. Physical relations with Joshua had been limited, but there had been a time, early in her marriage, when he’d attempted to please her.
Hester moved her hips, inviting his questing fingers closer, wondering at the sheer decadence of laying naked beneath a fully clothed man while he pleasured her.
A stroke of his finger moved along her slit, gliding over the wet flesh and Hester wanted to weep at the feel of it.
Sinclair moved lower, hooking Hester’s leg over his shoulder. A breath blew through the hair on her mound before his tongue touched the part of her which ached so desperately. She pushed her hips into his mouth, thoughts racing at what he meant to do to her, and what she would allow.
Everythingher mind whispered.
But Sinclair was in no hurry. He tasted her there as he had her mouth, the pad of his tongue teasing at a sensation building low inside her. The tiny bud of flesh at her core, so sensitive and aching, begged for him. He sucked and licked until Hester thought she might go mad. Every muscle in her body grew taut, as if she would snap in an instant. Her toes curled, heels digging into the muscles of his back.
He stopped, the warmth of his mouth and tongue stilled, leaving her panting, her body tight as a bowstring.
His lips moved, tongue lapping gently once more.
Hester let out a grateful sigh, the sensations once more rippling over her skin.
But again, his ministrations halted. The small bud lodged inside his mouth trapped and painful.
She twisted, trying to push herself off the edge and into the bliss she sensed lying just within her reach.
“I won’t beg.” Hester breathed, every nerve in her body screaming. She wanted to sob and rail at him. “I won’t. You—”
His mouth moved again, sucking Hester into his mouth over and over, the pad of his tongue—
Hester’s hips launched off the bed as her pleasure ripped through her, the intensity of which had her seeing stars. She pulled at his hair, tightened her knees, trapping his marvelous mouth firmly between her thighs. Hester had experienced this sensation on a few other occasions. Once, with her husband, and then again on her own, but nothing at all—
Another roll of bliss left her gasping. She turned and bit the pillow to keep from screaming and waking the entire house. Hester’s mind went still for perhaps the first time in her adult life. Absolute blankness. She thought of nothing but the feel of his mouth and her pleasure. Not Blackbird Heath, or her crops. The damn bees. She struggled to breathe properly, as the sensation began to slowly ebb from her limbs.
A satisfied sound came from between her thighs.
