Page 49 of A Lady's Lesson in Scandal
Millicent’s eyes flew wide, brave even in this. Her hands reached for the emerald silk. She pulled up her skirts, uncovering delicate ankles and shapely calves covered in sheer stockings and held in place with garters. But Millicent revealed even more than her seductive body. A blade was tied to her left ankle. Another to her right thigh. A third to her right ankle.
Drake fingered the leather strap around her thigh. ‘My, my.’
Millicent froze, her beautiful eyes filled with alarm. She tried to pull her skirt down as she realised too late her mistake. Drake was quicker, encircling her wrist with his much stronger hand, halting her progress.
‘It’s just for protection. A young lady can’t be too careful.’ The words rushed out as Millicent looked over his left shoulder.
A courageous woman might carry a small muff pistol for protection, but throwing blades like the ones strapped to Millicent’s delicious body required a level of skill no young miss of the beau monde would ever master without significant training. She was lying. But Drake didn’t give a good goddamn in that moment. There were more important things to focus on just now.
Drake had never been aroused by weapons before. But seeing the pewter glint of steel against Millicent’s pale, gorgeous leg sent a new rush of blood to his already straining cock. Too lostto his desires to ask her questions, he determined there would be time for interrogations later. Much later.
‘Spread your legs for me, Millicent.’
She must have been so relieved he wasn’t questioning her, she didn’t hesitate to follow his command. She thrust her chin into the air and boldly spread her legs.
Dear God. I know what heaven looks like.
Her pale thighs widened to expose copper curls and pink lips dripping with need.
Drake sank to his knees.
‘What are you doing?’ Millicent’s courage seemed to have failed her. She closed her thighs tightly, her eyes widening in alarm.
It would seem Franklin St George never shared this pleasure with Millicent.
Idiot!
Oh, the things Drake would show her. Putting a large, calloused palm on either knee, Drake slowly pushed her legs apart again. He kept his gaze on Millicent’s face, watching the war of desire and fear play out in devastating detail. ‘I know we share little faith between us. But trust me in this. Please.’ He wouldn’t force her. But he hoped with every fibre of his being she agreed.
Blinking, Millicent swallowed hard and then nodded. It was all the assent he needed.
Drake pressed a kiss against her right knee, then her left. Her skin smelled of lemons. He trailed more kisses up her thighs, switching from one side to the other. He nipped and licked a pathway to heaven, carefully avoiding the wicked blades. Slowly, her legs eased further apart, making room for his wide shoulders. He settled himself at her apex, lifting one leg over his shoulder, then the other.
‘Beau, what are you doing? This can’t be right.’
‘Let me show you how right it can be.’ He caught her gaze in his own. ‘Yield to me, Millicent. Just in this. Just for now.’
She bit her lip and his cock wanted to explode. He groaned, willing his body to behave.
‘Okay.’
Thank the Devil!
‘And, if you’d like to call me Millie, er, that is what my friends call me. Given our current situation…’ Her voice trailed off as she swallowed loudly.
Inexplicably, the flutter in his heart was back as something warm and liquid filled his chest. ‘Relax, Millie. I have you.’
Leaning closer, he didn’t break eye contact. He pressed his nose into the crinkling curls hiding her secrets from him and inhaled. Her earthy scent almost drove him over the edge.
‘Beau!’ She tightened her thighs around his head, but he wasn’t stopping now.
‘Touch your breasts, Millie. Pretend your hand is mine.’
He licked her slit, revelling in the salty tang of Millie, glancing up to see her strong fingers pinch, caress, and stroke her beautiful nipples. It was the most gorgeous sight he’d ever seen.
She cried out in shock, so he delved deeper, finding the cluster of nerves that held her pleasure captive. He sucked and nuzzled, kissed, and nibbled, scraped gently with his teeth before slipping a finger into her tight channel.
Millie writhed, her cries creating a map to her climax. He followed her dips and hollows, his finger creating a rhythm that opened her further. He pushed a second finger into her depths, marvelling at how tight she felt against him as she flexed her thighs on either side of his head. He crooked his finger, finding a special, secret place that caused Millie’s body to seize. Her cries stopped, and she held her breath. He knew she was close. So close.
