Page 76 of Seducing the Knave

Elle responded in the only way she could. With another toss of her hair, she rose from the bed and started across the room. She noted the sharp tensing in his body, the flare of heat in his eyes as he swept a sharp glance along her naked body. Seeing his reaction only deepened the pull of her own lust. She loved that he seemed so taken with her form.

As she reached the tub and slid her hand into his, he looked up and the pure possessiveness in his gaze twisted around her heart in a vise that was almost painful.

The bathtub was very large by most standards, but when she stepped over the edge to stand in the space between his parted knees, she wasn’t quite sure there would be enough room for her. Before she could think further on where to settle, he gave a sharp tug of her hand, causing her to tumble down atop him, sending sloshes of water over the edge of the tub to soak the floor.

She shrieked and tried to find purchase, but it was a hopeless attempt. Especially when he simply locked his arms around the small of her back and hauled her onto his chest, holding her in place between his thighs. Her hands gripped his solid shoulders as her belly settled over his hot, swiftly hardening erection.

He flashed a wide grin. “Perfect.”

“Shameless,” she admonished, a smile creeping at the edges of her mouth.

He growled, the sound reverberating through her belly. “Hmm. I fucking love that naughty little look ye get.”

She wanted to reply with some haughty rejoinder, but she happened to glance at his mouth. The wicked curves and sinful promise swept the thoughts clear from her head as sparks traced over her skin and heat pulsed between her thighs.

“Not now, princess,” he muttered darkly.

Lifting and turning her, he positioned her between his knees with her back to him then set about bathing her from head to toe. Though she gasped when he poured the first pitcher of water over her head to wet her hair, she stilled and quieted after that. It was hard not to revel in his thorough attention...to sink into the luxury of his strong fingers massaging her scalp, his sure hands smoothing soap over every inch of her, easing the tension from her muscles along the way. She lost track of how many times she sighed as her eyes drifted closed.

And when he was finished, she insisted on returning the favor.

The gleam in his eyes as she kneeled in front of him to wash his hair made her hands shake. But it wasn’t nearly as distracting as when she had to lean close and he cupped her breast with a gruff sound and brought it roughly to his mouth.

The moan that slid from her throat was sultry and deep. But she was determined to see her task done, mainly because she didn’t want to miss the opportunity to fully explore the contours of his body. She discovered that she enjoyed his reactions to her touch nearly as much as she enjoyed feeling his hands roaming her curves.

Saving the best for last, she purposely teased him by smoothing her hands up his solid thighs then back down again, before trailing her fingers across his belly, intentionally avoiding that part of him which had grown impossibly large during her ministrations.

“Yer playing with fire, luv.” His expression warned that he was reaching his limit, yet she pushed him further. Until he broke.

Muttering a rough curse, he grasped ahold of her hand and shoved it down to cover his length.

She immediately wrapped her fingers around him, her lips parting on a swift inhale.

His hard gaze held hers as he moved her hand up and down his shaft, tightening her grip at the base before dragging her palm up to squeeze the silken head.

“I can’t decide if yer an angel or a witch,” he murmured, his voice thick and raw.

Elle arched a brow then swept her thumb over the slitted tip of his penis. “Perhaps both.”

Her next caress had him lifting his hips as his head fell back.

She repeated the slightly twisting stroke before adding her other hand.

“Fuck.” The word was a curse and a plea in one breath. A command and a surrender. The depth and tenor of his voice were surprising and it struck her acutely in the chest before sliding down to her sweetly aching sex.

Another few strokes and his breath shortened sharply. His jaw clenched and unclenched and he gripped the edge of the tub with white knuckles.

She wanted so badly to bring him to release. To see his spend arcing across his chest and belly as it had the other night when he’d taken himself in hand. But the water obscured much of her view, teasing her with glimpses of his gorgeous cock bobbing and straining beneath the wavering surface.

Her quickening rhythm was abruptly interrupted when he lifted his hand to grasp harshly to the back of her neck, pulling her down to him as he began to pump furiously into her tight fists. His gaze claimed hers a second before he thrust his tongue into her mouth. A guttural groan slid roughly through his throat while his entire body tensed. His hot, turgid length suddenly pulsed violently in her hands. And then again. Continuing for several more beats as his tongue tangled with hers until he finally released a heavy breath against her lips.

But before she could fully enjoy the satisfaction of having brought him to release, he shifted. Grasping her by the waist, he lifted her up and rose to his feet. She wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders and her legs around his waist as water sloshed everywhere.

“What are you doing?” she gasped, the air chilling her wet skin.

He stole a quick kiss from her lips and carried her to the plush rug spread out in front of the glowing hearth. His eyes were intense and piercing as he laid her down before the warmth of the fire. “Such wicked behavior has consequences,” he murmured, his voice a dark warning.

Then he lowered himself between her legs and palmed her rear to lift her to his mouth. The heat of his deep and intimate kiss was a shocking contrast to the cooling bath water. It was almost too hot for a moment, but then his tongue began to lash at her sensitive sex, teasing and tormenting in all the right ways.

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