Good.He wanted to keep her like this, drugged with desire. Unable to think straight.Hell, he wanted them both this way. He kissed the tantalizing curve of her breast before moving them as one until she was beneath him on the carpet and he was settled between her parted thighs. His cock nestled against her mound with aching precision.
But he was going to torture them both first.
“Sidney,” she said, breathless.
His Christian name. That was a start. However, he sensed the words which were about to follow were none he wished to hear. So he kissed her swiftly. And then he began kissing his way down her delectable body.
When he reached her stomach, he lifted the hem of her nightgown to her waist, allowing it to pool there. Her hips were rounded and full, her legs open to reveal the glistening, pouting lips below.
“Shall I stop?” he rasped, glancing up at her with his mouth hovering over paradise.
“No,” she whispered.
“Thank Christ,” he murmured.
* * *
“Oh dear, sweet heavens.”Julianna closed her eyes against the sight of Shelbourne’s handsome face between her legs.
She could not look. It was too much. He was too much. Already, he had brought her to the heights of pleasure two times. Every part of her was aflame. Vibrating. Glowing.
Electric.
His tongue swirled over her throbbing center. Gently at first, the caresses so tantalizingly light, it was pure torture. She could not keep still. Although the rational part of her knew she should not be here in his chamber, that she should stand firm and refuse to allow him this liberty with her body, the rest of her was helpless to stop him.
Because she had never wanted anything more than she wanted his beautiful mouth on her most intimate flesh. It was wicked. It was sinful. And yet, she felt vibrantly alive. Dangerously close to coming undone again. She was insatiable for him.
She had known she never should have come to his chamber. That she should have ignored the thumps and bumps and muffled curses. Keeping her distance from him was imperative if she had any hopes of girding her heart. But distance had proven impossible when she had seen him there on the floor.
He found her pearl and sucked, then nibbled lightly at her aching flesh.
When his tongue slid inside her, she planted her feet on the Axminster and arched, back bowing from the floor, seeking more. He groaned against her, cupping her bottom in his large hands and holding her captive as if she were a feast for him alone. He lapped at her, licked her, nipped her.
Made her desperate.
Mindless.
“Julianna.”
He had stopped. She had been almost there, ready to splinter into pieces. She wriggled against him, urging him on without words.
But still, he persisted. “I want your eyes on me. I want you to see how sweetly you come for me. How wet you are, all over my lips and tongue.”
His coarseness should have shocked her, but she was beyond caring. Instead, his words made her yearn for him all the more. She opened her eyes to find him there, lips so close to her exposed flesh. She should have been ashamed, but she liked it too much.
He blew on her pearl.
A stream of hot, tempting air.
She whimpered, hips twitching. “Sidney.”
“You want me, don’t you?” He flicked his tongue over her once. “Tell me.”
Of course she wanted him. But she also had her pride to cling to.
He licked her again, the caress barely there. “Tell me,chérie. Tell me you want my tongue on you, that you want my cock inside you. We both know it’s true.”
“I…”
