Page 51 of A Kiss Of Lies

His words sent a flood of warmth through her. She’d never been in a relationship of her choosing. It felt nice to be wanted, but most of all it was glorious to be respected. It was wonderful to be listened to attentively, to be apologized to sincerely, and, above all, not be treated as a mere possession to command. She knelt, reached up, and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”

“No. Thank you.” He bowed from the waist. “I shall leave you to rest. We’ll be leaving early tomorrow.”

“I hope we are not leaving Jamaica because of any misunderstanding with Sebastian?”

He shook his head. “No. Sebastian’s news from Grayson was not what I had hoped. It’s imperative that I get back to England as soon as possible. The longer I wait, the harder it will be to clear my name.” He made his way to the door, and suddenly she didn’t want him to leave. She wanted him to stay and make love to her.

Too scared to ask directly, she rose from the bed and said, “Would you like me to rub some liniment on your shoulder before you go?”

He hesitated at the door and gave her a look that would melt an iceberg. “I’m not sure that would be wise. I’m finding it hard to resist you.”

She let her actions speak for her. She undid the tie to her robe and let it slip onto the floor, revealing her sheer white shift.

“Moments ago you said you’d follow my lead. Tonight I want to show you that you have no need to be jealous or feel inadequate. I agreed to be your lover for the duration of this voyage because I desire you. Let me pleasure you tonight.”

His grip tightened on the door latch, his knuckles turning white. Then, slowly, he closed it.

With his back to her he asked, “I want you so badly. I’m not sure I can control—”

She quickly crossed the room, taking his hand to lead him back toward the bed. “I’m doing this for me.” She undid his cravat and began removing his jacket. “I’ve never had the freedom to be in control, to do as I please, or want.” In this heat, he wore no waistcoat under his jacket, so she pressed her lips to the expanse of defined muscle she’d just exposed as he helped her lift his shirt up and over his head.

“Will you allow me to be in command?”

He stood looking down at her, his eyes swirling shades of green, hot with desire. “Relinquishing control to a beautiful woman, that’s my definition of heaven!” He reached for her. “However, I’m a better leader than follower, and I’m quite sure you’ll appreciate the difference.” And he took her lips in a deeply arousing kiss.

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Her gaze dropped to his lips. “Make love to me.”

He breathed in sharply. “Thank God! I’ve wanted you since the first night you came to my room.”

She smiled seductively and drew her shift up and over her head.

Christian drank in her nakedness. “Beautiful!” His voice was hoarse with desire. He licked his lips, and hope and rampant need flared within his soul.

“I’m not an expert in giving pleasure, so you may have to guide me, but you will allow me free rein.”

He could only nod in agreement, for his mouth had gone dry. To his utter astonishment, Sarah dropped to her knees in front of him and began to unfasten his trousers. The brush of her slender fingers through the material as she worked at the buttons was excruciatingly arousing, and his member pulsed with a pounding blood flow, hardening him further. He almost gasped out loud as she finally tugged open the last button and freed his erection.

“Sarah,” he said hoarsely as she began to stroke his cock, her caresses making his entire body tremble. “This is such sweet torture.”

Wiping a bead of semen from the engorged tip, she uttered, “I’ve never explored a man before. I’ve never wanted to. You make me want to learn every inch of you.” She smiled up at him, a sensual siren replacing the nervous woman of last night. She slipped her finger in her mouth. “You taste . . . nice,” she said artlessly, staring at his erection with open curiosity. He watched her regarding him studiously, and he’d never seen anything so arousing. She was a sensual, naked siren, revealing lush curves and flowing fair hair. His balls tightened painfully.

Her lashes lowered and he couldn’t believe the rush of molten heat spearing through his veins as he anticipated her next move. She leaned forward with unmistakable intent. Her soft lips slid over the head of his erection; the sensation was indescribable.

He hissed through his teeth. “God, Sarah.” He placed his hands on her head, gently tugging her up and away from his body. “I can’t take much more.”

Her reply was a murmured denial, her mouth still wet and hot upon him. She began to suck gently, and all thoughts fled from his head.

A low sound rose from his chest, and his body shook with the effort of not pushing himself deeper into her mouth. He held back, letting her have her way. She was leading and he was definitely following.

He was holding on—just—but she cupped his balls and he felt his control loosen. “Sarah, please. Have mercy.”

Her mouth left him, and he looked down on the most exotic sight a man could see, that of her lush, wet lips kissing the tip of his member and smiling. “I’m leading . . .” She slid her tongue up and down the length of him. “I like being in control. I want to see you lose yours.”

“Keep that up for a bit longer and you’ll get your wish,” he growled.

Her answer was to continue her ravishment of him. Her mouth tightened around him again, sucking deeply and with more purpose than before.

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