Page 25 of A Lady's Lesson in Scandal
Wicked or not, I don’t care. I want him.
Major General Drake was savouring her like some succulent treat, and she needed more. He palmed her breast, squeezing hard enough to flirt with sharp, delicious pleasure.
She moaned as he licked her neck, sucking her skin into his mouth for the most sinfully decadent taste.
A thick thigh pressed between her legs, simultaneously easing and increasing the hollow need growing there.
‘Do you burn as hot as I do, Millicent? Do you ache for me here?’ His thigh pressed harder. ‘Remember, no lying.’
‘I never lie… and yes, damn you.’ Millie hated being caught on her heels, but in this game of seduction, Drake was far more prepared than she.
Infuriating man.
‘I told you I would show you true seduction, and I am a man of my word.’ Drake kissed her again, plunging into her depths. His thigh tensed harder than granite against her core. Millie tipped up her hips, demanding rough friction. A small spark of intense pleasure came to life, and she wanted to fan the flame until it consumed them both.
Drake was in dire trouble. He had lost control of this meeting. And he never lost control. He needed to stop this madness. Immediately. Before he let the burning lust incinerate him.
Yes, definitely. In a moment.
He could kiss Millicent for the rest of his days and die happy. Her mouth was a treasure trove of pleasure. Drake nipped her bottom lip, then sucked it into his mouth as he massaged her breast cursing the yards of material hiding her from him.
Christ!
The woman was built like a siren. Luscious curves all tempting him into her depths to lose his soul forever in the swirling sea of desire. And he would dive into those dark waters without a moment’s hesitation. He had never felt so consumed before, not even with Nora.
Nora.
The thought of his duplicitous ex-fiancée hit as hard as a slap, bringing him back to his senses. He pulled back, watching the haze of lust slowly dissolve from Millicent’s dark gaze only to be replaced by confusion. She frowned, a crease forming between her brows. Ridiculously adorable.
Drake found nothing adorable.
‘What… why did you… did I do something wrong?’ Her husky voice inflamed him.
Drake sat back, taking deep breaths. He stood and turned away so she wouldn’t see his raging cockstand.
This was total insanity. Her soft, sweet lips pressing against his scar had broken something loose within him that he wasn’t sure he could put back. He valued control above all else, but she was decimating him one kiss at a time. Millicent wanted to release him from his proposal. He should agree to her plan and thank her for saving him from himself.
Nora almost destroyed him, and never did she stoke within him the kind of fire this woman sparked with just a few kisses. Millicent Whittenburg was far more dangerous to his sanity than she knew. He took a deep breath, preparing to accept her offer of freedom. He could find a different wife. A biddable creature who wouldn’t stoke his lust. But those words never emerged.
‘This whole situation is wrong. But I am a man of my word, Millicent Whittenburg. I made a promise. I will not break it. We will be married. There is no escape for either of us. You should never have chosen me. You have damned us both.’ He was blaming her for his own choice. He knew it. But the need to keep her warred with his desire to maintain control. Blaming her for his weaknesses seemed the best option to grant him absolution for his decisions.
‘Stubborn man! Will you persist in this marriage even if I’m not a virgin?’ Her words ripped out of her. Drake wagered they cost her more than she thought in a bid to force his hand.
He slowly turned to face his fiancée. Millicent’s eyes widened, and her mouth opened in a perfect ‘O’ at the obvious tenting of his breeches.
Ah, so. Not a virgin, yet still she blushes at the sight of a swollen cock. Interesting.
Drake found he did not care if she was intact or not, though the thought of another man touching her inspired a violent fantasy involving his fist and a yet-to-be-known bastard’s face. ‘As you so eloquently mentioned, Millicent, some people have the intelligence of wet dough. Thankfully – much like you – I am also not one of them. I find a woman’s virtue, and more importantly, her value, has nothing to do with her virginity. It might shock you to know I too am not a virgin, yet my virtue is pristine.’
He allowed himself a small smile as Millicent struggled to stand. Her breath came in heavy gasps. It did wondrous things to the modest neckline of her gown.
‘You insufferable, obstinate, arrogant?—’
‘Careful, dear. Remember, you’re speaking of your future husband.’
Instead of replying, she spun on her heel and stormed out of his study. Drake almost laughed out loud when she turned in the wrong direction, only to spin around and march the other way.
Their meeting had not gone to plan, but he hadn’t enjoyed himself so much in forever. How alarming.
