She shuddered once.
He breathed in her signature rose scent, touched with the aroma of her arousal. “Relax and enjoy, Belle. I know I will.”
“I’m trying,” she mumbled into her pillow.
When her shoulders dropped a fraction lower, he rose and smoothed his palms up her arms to her back, sweeping her hair to one side. He skimmed down her spine then back up, his fingers stretching around her ribs, feathering along the sides of her breasts where they pressed against the bed.
She moaned, and under him, her back arched an inch more, her bottom pressing upward.
He was desperate to get his hands on that arse, but schooling himself to patience, he repeated the pattern. Skipping the delectable derriere threatening to distract him, he scooted off her to start at her ankles and stroke upward.
Finally, his hands found her bottom and squeezed the round softness. His cock surged in his trousers impatiently. After a quick adjustment to alleviate the fabric’s strangulation, he ignored it.
Bending forward, he ran his lips along her spine then pressed his opened mouth to one gorgeous globe.
She squirmed.
He bit her.
A muffled shriek came from her pillow, and she raised her head. “You bit me.”
A mischievous grin spread across his face. “Stay still, then.”
He licked the underside of a cheek before running his tongue up her side to toy with the side of her breast as his fingers had. He did it again to her other side.
Her back rose and fell faster now, her breaths audible.
If he turned her and she pounced, he was not certain he’d have the strength to insist on pleasing her first.
“Turn over, Belle, but no touching until it is your turn.”
He did not know if he hoped she’d listen or ignore him.
Chapter Seventeen
Belle tingled fromhead to toe. Luke’s breath in her ear, and his hands then mouth on her back and bottom all sent bolts of pleasure to her quim. She would not be surprised if there was a puddle on the bedding.
He wanted her to turn over. As she did, she hoped he would give her front side the same treatment as the back. No, she wished he’d get his cock out and put it to good use. Criminy, she didn’t know what she wanted.
For a courtesan, she felt very unprepared. She was always—as she had planned this evening—the seducer. Tonight, though, Luke was seducing her.
She was past trying to wrest control back. From the moment he had bared her favorite furred letter, she was at his mercy. Her inner muscles clenched, impatient for his penetration, but the rest of her basked in his current ministrations. She would ensure his pleasure when he allowed it. Until then, she’d relax and enjoy this novelty as he requested.
She rolled to her back, trying to ignore that her breasts were a little lower and softer than they once had been. The decade of difference in their age was something to worry about tomorrow. Tonight, she would remind herself of his admiring words. Shewas beautiful, no matter what her age, and could have her choice of men there within the hour with a one-line note.
His lips came to her shoulder again, and she sighed, feeling as though she might melt into the bed. She still expected him to concentrate on his own physical pleasure, despite what he’d once chosen as a “reward.”
He worshipped her breasts for long moments, sucking each nipple deep into his mouth and laving it with pointed tongue before switching to the other.
The tugs had a direct line to her clitoris, and it throbbed in time with his suction and licks.
If it had been anyone else, she would have brought her fingers to that nub. For her pleasure, yes, but also as a show for the client. Luke had told her not to move, but she needed some friction there or she’d lose her mind.
He moved down her body, pushing her legs apart to kneel between them. Turning his wrist so his fingers pointed to the mattress, he laid them against her and pressed.
She moaned and swore her clitoris throbbed against him.
He rubbed the heel of his hand down then up, opening her.
