His mouth was like hot silk grazing over her, and her entire body awakened to the promise in his eyes. Why tend to herself alone when she could have the attentions of the handsome man before her instead?
He kissed her inner wrist next. “Do you wish to rest? I can take my leave. I just finished bathing when I heard you enter, and I wanted to see you.”
She searched his gaze. “Was there something you wished to discuss?”
“I…missed you.” His countenance was suddenly sheepish.
“It’s only been hours since we last saw each other,” she reminded him, though his admission sent a rush of soul-deep gratification through her.
“It may as well have been an eternity.” He kissed her other wrist lingeringly. “It felt as if it were. Did you find my gift?”
Ah, the book.
“I did,” she said softly, cupping his angular jaw, delighted by the light prickle of whiskers kissing her palm. “I was reading in the library just now and grew so overheated that I decided to retire to my chamber.”
There, she’d made the concession, albeit indirectly.
“Oh?” He released her, his hands taking her waist instead, pulling her into his strong, unyielding form. “Which story were you reading?”
His cock was already thick and firm, rising between them. Why had she fretted her husband would be displeased by the knowledge the book had roused wicked feelings within her and that she had intended to placate them herself? How foolish. Trevor had taught her to revel in her body and all its varied responses, had shown her how to appreciate pleasure being given and received.
“I read Lady X’s letter to her dear friend,” she said, voice husky as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “In particular, when her groom found her watching him bathe.”
“I seem to recall the groom taking her to task for spying.” His dark eyes were hot on hers. “Which part of the story did you like most?”
She licked her lips, which had suddenly gone dry, summoning her daring. “When the groom used her garters to tie her to a bench as punishment.”
Trevor’s hands were moving up and down her back, gliding deliciously over her with nothing but the linen of her chemise in the way. “What did you like about it?”
“I…” Her face went hot. No one had ever asked her about what made her blood quicken and her body ache before. “I liked that she was at his mercy. That she was helpless to do anything but accept the pleasure he gave her, pleasure she secretly wanted.”
He pressed his face into her throat, his mouth finding eager bare flesh and skimming over it. “Did it make you wet, darling, reading that naughty book?”
He raked his whiskers along her neck, over her jaw.
Her head fell back, giving him greater access. Anything he wanted. “Yes.”
“And you came up here to pleasure yourself, didn’t you?” he asked softly in her ear.
How well he knew her.
“I did. I’m quite wicked, aren’t I?”
“Very wicked indeed.” He kissed the hollow behind her ear, then nuzzled into her upswept hair with his nose, inhaling deeply. “Perhaps I should punish you, just as Lady X’s groom punished her.”
Virtue’s knees threatened to give out. Her body’s reaction to his suggestion was instant.
“Mmm,” she managed. Not a coherent response, but all she could find the wits to say at the moment, so strong was the need he had brought to life.
“Perhaps I’ll strip you out of your chemise and stockings,” he murmured into her ear, his breath hot. “I’ll use your garters to tie you to the bed. And then I’ll see just how soaked your cunny is from the filthy book you’ve been reading. Would you like that?”
“Y-yes.” The lone word escaped her as half sigh, half stutter.
“How shall I investigate, do you suppose? With my fingers?” He licked her. “With my tongue?” He kissed down her throat. “My cock?”
Oh heavens, he was melting her. She would be a puddle at his feet. She would combust from his words alone.
“However you like.”
