Page 99 of Oddity of the Ton
“T-tastes?”
He flicked out his tongue and ran it along his bottom lip until it glistened. Then he dipped his head and captured her breast in his mouth. The swirling sensations of pleasure tightened into a hard knot, and she let out a low mewl.
“Ooh,” she whispered. “M-Montague, what—Oh!”
A sharp cry escaped her lips as he sucked hard, drawing her nipple into his mouth.Sweet heaven—how was it that such sensations could be had from such a simple act?
“So responsive,” he murmured, his hot breath rippling across her skin. Then he drew back, his gaze ravenous as he stared at her breast. “So perfect,” he whispered. “So pink.”
The ache in her center swelled at his gentle praise, and she squeezed her thighs together to ease it. He lowered his gaze to her thighs and ran a fingertip along the top of her stockings. Then he drew back, his eyes darkening as he stared at her naked form. Unable to conquer her shame at her nudity, she lifted her hands to cover her breasts, but he caught her wrists.
“No—Eleanor,” he said, his voice thick and hoarse. “Remain where you are so that I may enjoy looking at you while I undress. Uncurl your hands and touch your thighs.”
Her body moved in an instinctive desire to obey, and she placed her hands at the top of her thighs. Then he covered her hands with his and guided them toward her center, until the tips of her fingers touched the source of the ache, where the flesh was slick and hot. He slid his hand along her, and his fingertips brushed against her center, as if by accident—but the flare of triumph in his eyes spoke of his intent…
Wicked,pleasurableintent.
Then he withdrew his hands. “You must remain still, my love, though you may yearn to touch yourself.”
His words ignited the very yearning he spoke of.
Sweet heaven!He was a master at seduction—and she a novice who could never hope to match him.
A knowing smile curved his lips while he peeled off his jacket, followed by his waistcoat and his necktie, with slow, deliberate movements, as if to prolong her agony.
The ache in her center pulsed again, and she shifted her hand to ease it.
“No,” he chided. “You must be still. Pleasure must not come too soon—the longer the wait, the sweeter the release.”
She held her breath while he removed the rest of his clothes, and her cheeks warmed at the sight of his firm, powerful—and verynaked—body shimmering in the light of the fire. Shadows played across the planes of his muscles—muscles that nestled in pairs, covered with a light dusting of dark hair that grew thicker lower down, toward…
A delicious pulse of fear threaded through her as she caught sight of his manhood jutting out from a thick nest of curls, shifting faintly as if it carried his lifeblood.
Sweet Lord!It was so—so…
Sobig.
She shrank back, but he caught her hand.
“There’s nothing to fear, Eleanor,” he said. “Touch me.”
“T-touch you?”
“Yes…” he breathed.
She reached forward and placed her hands on his chest.
“Oh, yes,” he said, his voice a low growl. “That’s good.”
Emboldened by his praise, she began to caress his skin, running her hands along the contours of his chest, relishing the soft, downy hair under her fingertips. Then she slid her hand lower, where the hair grew coarser and his skin hotter, until her hand was inches away from the proud, jutting essence of him. She stilled her hand, staring at it.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “With this, I shall worship you.”
She lowered her hand and wrapped her fingers around him. He caught his breath and stilled while she moved her fingers along the shaft—firm steel encased in soft, silken skin.
Then she squeezed, gently, and his body jerked.
“Oh, woman, you unman me!” He clamped his hand over hers. “No more, I beg you.”
