“I want to know what you want,” she countered, partially because she wanted to hear it from him, and partially because she did not entirely know whatshewanted.
Or rather, she did not know if what her wanton body wanted was possible. Or if it was what Roland intended. Mayhap she had misunderstood, and he merely intended to make her spend again with the use of his fingers as she watched her reflection in the mirror.
“I want to lick you until you scream,” he growled.
Well.She swallowed. Another surge of desire made her sex pulse and dampen further. That certainly explained his intentions, did it not?
It did.
And it sounded like a plan most excellent to Pippa. His tongue on her breasts had been incredible. But her nipples were not quite as sensitive as other parts of her were, and the very notion of his tongue on those parts was…
Delicious.
She bit her lip, feeling wicked and wild and free. Reveling in the night. Reveling in Roland.
“Where?” she dared to ask.
“Shall I show you, then?”
“If you please.”
How polite they were. As if they were meeting in the ballroom and he had asked her for a dance, instead of meeting in the bedchamber and he had informed her he wanted to lick her until she screamed.
“I want you to watch us,” he said then. “In the looking glass. I want you to see me pleasuring you, to know without a doubt that you are mine and I am yours.”
Yes, she wanted that as well. She wanted to begin anew, the two of them. To put the past and all its miseries behind them forever. And she wanted to bask in the pleasure he would show her, the likes of which she had never even imagined.
“Do you want my mouth on you, Pippa?” he asked.
“Yes.” More than yes. There was not a word in the English language which existed that could properly convey how much she wanted that. Him. His mouth. His tongue.
But she did not need to worry about flowery words.
In the next moment, his head lowered, settling between her parted thighs. He pressed a kiss directly to her sex. She nearly jerked from the bench and landed upon the floor. His tongue glided along her pearl and she almost spent again, right then and there.
He lapped at her.
She moaned, not knowing what to do with her hands. They had been gripping the bench. Now, she wanted to touch him. She itched to, in fact. Feeling bold, she reached forward, sinking her fingers into his thick, silken hair. As she did so, she watched the both of them in the looking glass.
Their reflections were decadent.
It was almost as if she were watching two other people instead of the two of them. But knowing that it was them, and that she was simultaneously experiencing and watching, somehow heightened her awareness and her desire both.
“Mmm,” he said, the rumble of his voice vibrating her intimate flesh in a new, different kind of tantalizing. He kissed her again. “How does it feel?”
“Marvelous.”
Hewas marvelous.
His tongue was marvelous.
His body was marvelous.
This night was marvelous.
Everything was incredible and special and…
Good.
