Page 48 of A Dash of Disguise

“Darling, I want to make this perfect for you.” He carried her to the bed to lay her down gently. Before he could release her, Perdita framed his face with her hands and took his mouth. She licked at his lower lip before sucking it between her teeth. And if that wasn’t enough to shoot him off like a rocket, she thrust her tongue into his mouth, searching and retreating, mimicking what she wanted. Perdita’s supposed lack of imagination was quite enough.

Grinning like a madman, he reveled in her sensual attack, the onslaught of Perdita. It had always been like this with Perdita—always pushing, rushing in without weighing the risk to herself.

He lowered her without breaking their kiss. Bent over, he skimmed his fingers along the milky white skin under the bits of lace that held up the negligee. He whispered against her lips. “Darling, let me undress you.”

Perdita released her hands from his hair as she reached for the fastening on his breeches. Her lips were red and swollen, her wide eyes soft with desire. “Only if you allow me to do the same to you. I’ve been waiting for three years to reciprocate. I want to taste you. All of you, Dash.”

Dash’s brain conflagrated. His hands shook, and his breath came out in uneven saws at the vision of Perdita’s lush mouth wrapped around him. His voice was a series of ragged gasps. “How does a lady know of such things?”

She giggled as she scooted up the bed. “I love when you use your lordly voice to intimidate, but it has never worked on me and never will.”

He loomed over her, and the scent of vanilla mixed with her arousal filled his nostrils. She had no idea what a temptation she made, her impish grin, her curls, and all her womanly parts open and ready to be touched.

“The stable lads were discussing in great detail the skill of a certain bar maiden at the Crows Inn. They didn’t know I was in the barn. And since I haven’t forgotten the incredible way you made me feel, I’ve wanted to make you feel the same. I wanted you to be ecstatic… happy.”

Perdita’s desire for him broke the last barriers of restraint. Unlike other women, she didn’t want to please him because he was an earl, or knew his way around a woman’s body, or want his prodigious member. Perdita wanted to bring him pleasure because she cherished him. Could he love her more? And how sappy did that make him?

“Darling, we will have hours to play. I want tonight to be for you. I haven’t forgotten how you taste, Perdita. Sweeter than licorice. I’ve dreamt of it. Shall I see if memory is correct?” He grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the end of the bed.

Her face pinked and her pert nipples jutted against the fine silk. “You can’t drag me…”

She gasped when he dropped to his knees and lifted her gown for a view of her tender folds dripping with arousal. He didn’t think it was possible, but he grew harder.

“So pretty and pink. You want my mouth on you, don’t you, Perdita?”

“You know I do.” Perdita met his eyes, no virginal modesty. He loved how breathless and needy she was as she lay back on the bed, ready for him to take. “I haven’t forgotten that day.”

Taking tiny love bites, then kisses to soothe along her sleek, muscular calves and then her creamy thighs, he lifted each over his shoulder. He wanted to take time to savor Perdita and her awakening sensuality. He wanted to enjoy each sigh, each restless movement, each groan.

He ran his finger along her slick seam before inserting a finger. She was tight, moist, and perfect. He added his second finger, stretching her entry to ready her. He was a large man, and he wanted to give her as little pain as possible.

He bent and flicked his tongue on her engorged, hard bud; he rotated his fingers and licked her folds, avoiding the heart of her pleasure. Loving her soft groans as she writhed against his hand. She softened around his invasion.

He kept his onslaught, reveling in the sound of her every intake of breath, the tension in her thighs, and heady scent of her feminine excitement.

He wanted to delve into her heat and devour her, to have her sweet taste on his tongue. Instead, his fingers pushed in and out as he licked her bud, softly building the tension, her need, preparing her.

Perdita tightened her thighs on his neck, grabbed his hair, and shoved his head down. “Dash, please, please.” Her voice was demanding, raw with need.

He wanted to shout and laugh and cry in the glory of Perdita. He took her bud into his mouth and sucked gently. “Is this what you want, my lady?”

Perdita flew, shouting his name, thrashing against his mouth. “Yes. Yes. Oh… Dash!”

Her walls tightened around his fingers, milking them as they would his member. He flattened his tongue on the spasming bud, riding the wave of her orgasm. And for the first time in his adulthood, he felt pure joy. Giving Perdita pleasure was going to be his lifetime goal.

She fell back on the bed. Her skin flushed, and her mouth opened in an O of surprise.

He tore off his shirt and then his breeches, watching her half-closed eyes open, then widen, heating his blood to boiling point. He had never undressed for her.

Her eyes focused on his erection before her gaze took in all of him. “You’re impressive.”

She averted her eyes as she fingered the comforter.

“You’re not getting shy now?” He teased, knowing she would rise to the challenge.

“No, but your virile body and the intense hunger on your face are quite powerful and a bit intimidating. I’m sure your ancestors looked the same as they pillaged and plundered.”

He laughed in the middle of hard raging lust. He never laughed. Sex was all about release. Only Perdita would bring laughter and joy into their bedroom.

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