Page 69 of A Lady's Lesson in Scandal
‘Unless you want me to go searching through your drawers myself?’ Millie raised her brows, putting both hands on her hips.
Jesus, her breasts are amazing.
And the sooner he got the oil, the sooner he could touch them.
Decision made.
Drake turned and limped to his dresser.
‘I must say, it’s almost as much fun to watch you leave as it is to see you coming.’ Millie gave him a wicked smile when he turned back to determine if she was mocking him. ‘You might not be an arse, but you certainly have a beautiful one, Major General Drake.’
Drake retrieved the oil and turned back. ‘You are a wicked woman, Millicent Whittenburg.’
‘So I’ve been told,’ Millie said.
‘Wicked redheads are my weakness, Miss Whittenburg. One in particular.’
She smiled as he walked over to the bed and pulled back the covers. He patted the mattress in invitation, and Millie hiked her skirts to climb up from the opposite side.
Once Drake was settled on his back, she shuffled over to him, hindered by her long nightdress.
Drake pressed his back against the pillows, trying to relax. But watching her breasts sway as she crawled across the feather mattress made his erection jerk.
Her gaze flew to his lap.
‘It looks like he wants to be next.’ She addressed his penis. ‘You’re going to have to wait your turn, sir.’
A bubble of mirth burst from Drake’s chest in a rusty laugh. ‘I’ve never had a lady talk to my cock before.’
Millie’s cheeks darkened with a blush. ‘Obviously, none of them knew what they were doing.’ She tipped up her chin in a stubborn expression he was growing to love and held her hand out expectantly.
‘Obviously,’ he agreed, handing over the oil.
Without another word, she pulled open the stopper, poured oil into her hand, resealed the bottle, and rubbed her hands together. He waited for her to hesitate before touching his leg, but she was bold, even in this.
She put both hands on his thigh, rubbing the linseed oil into his skin before she started to knead the tight muscles.
God, that’s good.
Drake groaned, and Millie paused.
‘Too hard?’
‘No. Perfect.’
She nodded again and kept rubbing. Her hair fell around her shoulders in fiery waves. Drake reached over and toyed with the ends, his hand moving to her shoulder, finding the dip of her spine, and following the bumps down. He stroked her back as she stroked his thigh. It was a strange amalgamation of peaceful arousal until her fingers brushed the side of his cock.
His body tensed.
‘Is that better?’ she asked, her eyes heavy-lidded, her voice rough with need. She licked her bottom lip.
Drake’s hand tightened around her side, pulling her on top of him. She let out a surprised squeak. He cupped her cheek with his rough palms, letting his fingers glide over smooth skin until he buried them in her thick hair. Pulling her closer, their lips almost touched.
‘Better,’ he rasped before leaning forward and claiming her mouth.
Sweet saints and sinners!
Sparring with Drake had been her favourite thing. Now, it was kissing him. He was the very Devil with his tongue, licking, laving, inviting her to tangle with him as he bit her bottom lip hard enough to spark pleasure in her core.
