Page 79 of Beyond Scandal and Desire
“It was a guess. All the pink I’ve seen you wear.”
“I’m not wearing pink tonight.”
“No, tonight you’re dressed like the sea.” He skimmed his finger along the low neckline, tempted to slip his hand beneath the cloth and cradle her breast, show her how every aspect of her body was created for pleasure. “I like it. Although I’d rather have you with nothing on at all.”
Her eyes widened as she swung back around and settled against him. “The things you say.”
He pressed his open mouth on the curve where neck met shoulder. “You’d be disappointed if there wasn’t some gutter in me.”
She sat up, faced him, and he wished he’d kept his mouth shut. “What you said isn’t something that came from the gutter. If you’re drawn to someone, shouldn’t you want to see them without their clothes? I constantly think of you going about without a stitch of clothing.”
He arched a brow. “Do you?”
“Well, not constantly. Often.”
“I didn’t think ladies of quality had such thoughts.”
“I didn’t.” She knotted her fingers together, studied them. “Until you.”
Shoving himself up, he cradled her cheek with one hand. “I’m glad.”
“It’s one of the reasons I know Kipwick and I aren’t suited. I could never—”
She lifted her gaze to the ceiling, and he knew she was seeing beyond it to the roof.
“There’s more, much more. What I did on the roof . . . I can do it all with my mouth.”
The blush that took over her face was the reddest hue he’d ever seen. He loved her innocence, loved how she wanted so desperately to be sophisticated, to act as though carnal desires weren’t new to her. But they were, and he wanted to introduce every aspect of them to her. He wanted to take her on a sojourn of pleasure that would leave her too exhausted and sated to ever leave his bed.
“You’re wicked. You know saying that is going to make me think about it.”
He grinned. “Which means you’ll be thinking about me.”
“I would anyway.” She skimmed her fingers over his beard before cupping his chin in her palm. “Sometimes I wonder what you would look like without it.”
“I’m curious myself.”
Her eyes glinted. “Have you always had it, then?”
“From the day I noticed whiskers.”
She scraped her fingers along his jaw. “You have a strong jaw.” Toward his chin.
He swooped down, captured two of her fingers with his mouth. She released a tiny squeal of surprise. When she would have pulled them free, he wrapped a hand around her wrist, licked the tips that tasted of a strawberry she’d eaten earlier.
“Oh my,” she whispered on a sigh.
Slowly he began moving her fingers in and out of his mouth, like the waves rolling onto shore, like his cock wanted to thrust in and out of her. The delicate tendons at her throat worked as she swallowed, her eyes focused on the erotic play, the blue of her irises deepening.
He stroked his tongue along the seam between the two fingers, suckled gently. Without averting her gaze, she closed her hand around his that rested on his thigh and carried his hand up.
Her lips parted slightly, her tongue slipped out to coat them in heavenly dew, before her mouth closed around the middle two fingers of his hand and the velvety heat consumed him as though she’d taken in his entire body. He grew so hard he ached for the want of her. As he continued to stroke her fingers, he watched mesmerized as she pushed his into the sweet confines of her mouth, suckled briefly, only to withdraw them, dragging them over the velvety roughness of her tongue. In. Out. In. A swirling of her tongue. A suck. Out.
She mimicked his actions, and he didn’t know if he’d ever experienced anything so erotic. If anything had ever made him grow so hard, so fast, so near to bursting.
He’d thought only to stop her exploration of his chin, and now he wanted nothing more than for her to explore every inch of him.
Her eyes were filled with heat and desire. He suspected his were, as well. Christ. Even the duke’s widow hadn’t done this to him, hadn’t taught him the pleasures to be gained in going slowly, in taking one’s time, in merely tasting.
