Page 63 of Seducing the Knave

She rolled her hips. The ache between her thighs had only gotten worse.

“Tell me where.” His voice was rough and heavy, as though the words had to be forced to his lips.

“Between my legs.”

His fingers tightened on her breast. “Ye want me to touch yer slick cunny?”

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew what he was doing with his crude words. Pushing. Teasing. Taunting. Forcing her past her limits yet again. But she suddenly had no idea why she would resist him when giving in would likely get her exactly what she wanted.

Opening her eyes, she met his glittering gaze. “Put your hand between my legs. Touch me like you did before.”

With a flash of something dangerous in his eyes, he immediately released her breast and smoothed his palm down her trembling belly to the thatch of golden curls covering her mound. He eased his hand lower until his middle finger found that tight, swollen bud and began to circle. “Here?”

Elle’s breath released in a quick puff before she inhaled again to refill her lungs.

“Yes.” The sensation was even brighter and more intense than when he’d touched her earlier. “And lower,” she breathed.

A rough sound vibrated his chest, but he did as she commanded. His finger slid easily along her sex, spreading her sultry heat with long, gliding strokes. Softening her flesh, making her ache and swell.

It was shocking and wonderful.

Elle rolled her hips in time to his caresses, giving herself over to the need inside her. Her gaze still held captive by his, she lifted her mouth in a silent plea. Though his attention flickered over her parted lips and his eyes darkened, he didn’t lower his head.

Damn him. “Kiss me,” she ordered in a roughened whisper.

He immediately claimed her mouth. The pressure of his jaw forced hers wider, his tongue thrust almost violently past her teeth. And his finger pushed into her body.

She gasped and arched at the unexpected sensation, trying to pull her hips back. But he deepened the kiss and ground the heel of his hand to her mound. Then he curled his finger inside her. The intimate, dominating caress stole her breath.

Sucking her tongue into his mouth, he repeated the beckoning gesture. Her moan was thick and heavy as her low belly tightened and swirled.

Another possessive curl of his finger had her hips tilting to increase the firmness of his caress. Sensations swirled and tumbled through her. Building and spreading.

“Bloody gorgeous,” he growled against her lips.

Chapter Seventeen

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