Louisa was happy to oblige. She pressed her palms to his chest, trailing down to his ribs. Her fingers splayed to steady herself as she kissed his bare skin. She flicked her tongue over his taut abdomen, just above his navel, while looking up the long length of his body to meet his hungry gaze.
She felt breathless as she praised him. “You are so handsome, Giles. I was awestruck from the moment I saw you.” She nibbled her way up his torso, peppering him with kisses as she went. “I can’t take my eyes off you. I don’t want to take my hands off you. I want to look…and touch…and taste you.”
He groaned as if in agony. “When you talk like that, it drives me mad.”
His Lordship’s muscles strained toward her warm, working mouth. His greedy hips pushed toward her corseted bodice, and she felt his hardness through layers of silk, linen, and whalebone. Louisa put her hand on him, her fingertips stroking that steely ridge over the wool of his evening trousers.
“God, Louisa.” Shrewd blue eyes watched everything she did as if he couldn’t believe that it washertouching him.Herloving him.
Lord Granborough’s pelvis pumped into her palm, desperate for more. There were still so many layers of clothing left to divest, but when she moved toward the buttons of his fly, he eased her hands away.
“Allow me to undress you, dear,” said he, maneuvering her. “You know how much I like this part.”
Louisa smiled and let him have his way. His Lordship made quick work of the hooks, eyes, and tapes that held her vibrant, rose-colored frock together. He peeled the wide, balloon sleeves down her arms, bringing the gaping bodice over her breasts, her belly, her hips. He pushed the heavy skirts over her petticoats to pool at her feet.
Warm palms slid around her waist to loosen her corset. He kissed her while he stripped her, his mouth open and hungry. His tongue traced hers, teasing a rhythm she didn’t quite understand, yet these insistent movements drove her wild.
Heat spread through the heart of her, making her moan and writhe. She begged for something she could scarcely dream of.
Lord Granborough answered that call. He freed her from the corset, her gloves, her petticoats and underclothes. She stood before him, naked but for the weighty diamond necklace around her throat.
“Go and lie on the sofa,” he said. “Let me look at you.”
Louisa lowered onto the red brocade cushions, angling her body to face him. She sank back against the pillowed arm of the sofa and drew her knees up, baring herself to his gaze. She lazily parted her thighs, letting her legs fall slack while she caressed the sensitive place that brought her unfathomable pleasure.
Her husband flung the buttons of his trousers apart, dragging them down his hips. He removed his drawers, socks, and shoes, all the while watching her fingers slick and circle. When Louisa pushed two fingers deep inside herself, she felt certain the heat of his gaze would scorch them both.
He burned so hot for her.
“You’re killing me, Louisa,” he said as he fisted his erection. He pleasured himself in long, slow strokes. “Have you any idea how beautiful you are?”
Her back arched off the cushions as her fingers curled within. She pumped her palm until her hand grew slippery. She smeared that wetness in and around her entrance, desperately wanting His Lordship to kneel and taste her.
Louisa offered her hand to him. “Please, Giles. I need you.”
Her naked husband eased to his knees, closing those few precious inches from the sofa to the carpet. His hands gripped her hips, positioning her bottom against the edge of the cushions. He placed a pillow behind her head so that she might recline more comfortably.
“I only know one trick,” he said, coming to rest between her thighs, “and I’m not entirely certain you’ll like it. It isn’t the sort of thing a gentleman does with his wife—or so I’ve been told.”
It was something lovers did. She’d read of the act in the French book and had fantasized about Lord Granborough kissing herthere.
Louisa was not afraid or embarrassed. She wasn’t scandalized by her desire for this man and the wondrous things he could show her.
She put her glistening fingertips to his lips and told him, “This wife wants it.”
Grinning, he took her fingers in his mouth, flicking his tongue to taste the pads of her fingertips. The move was so intimate, so deliciously erotic.
She put her hand to his head, guiding him down, down, down…until his hot, open mouth met her damp flesh. Louisa gasped. She curled her fingertips in his golden hair, angling her hips to put his lips where she needed them most.
He suckled her, increasing the pressure until she cried out, and then retreated to delicate nibbles that made her purr and moan. He was everywhere all at once, his hands at her thighs, thumbs spreading her, fingers petting her. His jaw rocked in the cradle of her hips, worshipping her as if he could never get enough of her.
She loved the sight of this proud man on his knees for her.
He put forth such an effort to please her, rising for a breath to ask, “Show me, Louisa.” His Lordship dipped to lick her, low and slow. “Here?” he asked. “Or here?”
Everything felt amazing, but one aching place made her thighs shake. “Mmm…there.” She gasped as he drew on her. “Just like that!”
The rasp of his tongue was relentless. The play of his fingers never ceased. He fondled her while he devoured her, locking eyes down the length of her body. Hungry, needy.
