When she collapsed backward against the mattress, he did not climb atop her. Instead he sank to one knee and placed his mouth where his fingers had been. In no time at all, his tongue coax her back toward the peak.
“Now,” she whispered, tugging him toward her. “I want all of you.”
He lifted his head from between her thighs with one last, lingering lick. “I can’t.”
She jerked her head up from the bed. “What?”
“As much as I would dearly love to position myself between your legs and thrust until we can’t see straight, I can’t hold myself up with one arm and I don’t want to crush you.”
“But…” She blushed.
“Fortunately, there’s another way.” He lowered himself onto the bed beside her and gave her a wicked smile. “If you want to ravish me, you’ll have to do it yourself.”
Her eyes lit up. “Can I taste you like you tasted me?”
The swollen member jutted up between his legs.
“Straddle my hips,” he said hoarsely, “and ride.”
She knelt over him, her legs straddling his. But then she lowered her head, her soft hair falling to his taut stomach, hiding her lips from view. She immediately placed her mouth about his member and gave an experimental lick.
Every muscle in his body twitched at once.
“Felicity…” he growled.
She ignored the warning and sucked instead, just as he had done to her breast.
He sucked in a tortured gasp of air, unable to think from the rush of pleasure.
“Felicity,” he rasped hoarsely, reaching for her hand. “For the love of all that’s holy…Ride.”
After a final lick of his member, she then positioned herself so that it nudged her opening.
Inch by inch, she began to lower herself onto him. He lifted his good hand to where their bodies joined. His thumb made lazy little circles that caused her to hitch her breath as the growing slickness quickly seated their bodies together.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked quietly.
“No.” Her passion-drugged eyes lifted to his. “Am I hurtingyou?”
“If you stop, I’ll die.”
“I never want to stop.” She moved her hips, rocking against him, lifting and lowering.
The muscles in his legs tightened as he strained to keep from release until she’d found hers, too. With the pad of his thumb, he coaxed her back to the precipice to join him.
“Giles,” she gasped.
That was all she had time to say before her muscles contracted around him.When she caught her breath, she asked, “Are you—”
“Right now,” he growled, hauling her off of him with his good arm and covering his bucking hips with the bedclothes.
He curled himself about her, his good arm crossing possessively over her chest and stomach.
And then, if he wasn’t mistaken, a tiny snore escaped her lips.
He pressed a kiss to her hair and gave himself over to sleep. When next he opened his eyes, the angle of the sun indicated hours had passed. Mid-morning had become afternoon. If he didn’t act fast, the day would be gone… and so would Felicity.
Her brother had already indicated he would refuse consent to the match. But Giles didn’t give a damn what the Duke of Colehaven wished. Giles wanted to marry Felicity. Her feelings were the only ones that mattered.
