Rhiannon inhaled sharply as the redhead’s back arched and she threaded her fingers through the man’s dark hair. The expression on the woman’s face suggested she was enjoying the gentleman’s attentions very much, and Rhiannon’s own nipples ached in response. What would it feel like, to have a man’s mouth there? She tried to imagine the Earl of Carnis making such a daring overture and couldn’t.
Instead, she wondered what it would be like to have Richford’s mouth on her. To have those sinful, sensual lips at her breast. The throbbing ache between her thighs said she would like it more than she should.
The man’s hands were on the redhead’s naked body, traveling over her curves to her hips. They continued their slow caress until one hand came to grip her bare bottom and the other dipped into the cove at the apex of her thighs as he continued to suckle her breasts.
“Are you properly horrified yet?” Richford asked, his voice going husky.
“No,” she murmured, keeping her attention upon the window. “Not at all.”
Instead, she was intrigued. Interested. She wanted to know what it would be like to be in the other woman’s place. To have a man worshiping her with his hands and mouth. Not just any man. Richford.
In the bedchamber, the hand the man had placed between the woman’s legs began to move. The redhead’s mouth fell open, her head tipping back as her body undulated in time with his ministrations. Rhiannon had never seen such an expression of raw desire on someone’s countenance. She watched in rapt fascination as the man suddenly ceased his attentions and guided the woman to the waiting bed.
“Is it over already?” she asked Richford, disappointed.
He chuckled. “Hardly. It’s only just begun.”
The man helped the woman to drape herself over the bed sideways, then lowered himself to join her. But instead of pressing his form against hers, he remained at her feet, urging her legs to part. Rhiannon could feel her pulse pounding between her own thighs. Her entire body was wound tighter than a watch spring. She was achy and almost feverish. The room might as well have been aflame. Heavens,shemight as well have been.
Still clad in his drawers, the man splayed his hands on the woman’s inner thighs, pushing them open. The woman cupped her breasts and teased her nipples, casting him a sultry glance down her body.
“What does he intend to do?” Rhiannon asked Richford in a hushed whisper.
Her body was so flushed, her desire so acutely teased to the point of breaking, that the very air around her felt as if it might shatter if she but moved.
“He’s going to use his tongue on her.”
Richford’s words settled over her like a taunting caress.
“His tongue?” Her mind struggled to function properly.
“Watch.”
She bit her lip, flushed and achy and needy. She felt things she’d never felt before. It was surely wrong, watching the couple engage in such private congress. It was wicked and sinful, and that was what she liked about it. But having her curiosity satisfied was also a potent lure.
“What if they forgot we are here?” she asked, heart pounding as the man’s head lowered.
“They haven’t.” Richford’s voice was deep and low, resonating with certainty.
The man pressed a kiss to the woman’s inner thigh. Good heavens, Rhiannon was going to catch on fire.
“How can you be so sure?” she hissed at him.
“Knowing they are watched heightens the enjoyment for them, just as watching is pleasurable to us.”
In the bedchamber, the man kissed the woman’s other thigh, moving steadily nearer to her mound and yet still not directly touching her there. Did Rhiannon like watching these two strangers tease and seduce each other? She hadn’t been prepared to do so, and yet she couldn’t deny the effect it was having upon her.
“What is he going to do with his tongue?” she asked, desperately seeking to distract herself.
A thin trickle of perspiration went down her spine, and she shifted restlessly on her chair, seeking an ease to her own agony and finding none.
“Patience, minx.”
The gentleman was kissing along the lady’s inner thigh now, traveling ever higher. The woman, meanwhile, grew impatient. She rolled her hips and clutched at his dark head, urging him to her center. Rhiannon’s heart pounded faster as the manburrowed his face there, in the woman’s most intimate place. The man’s tongue glided over the woman’s flesh, making her writhe and moan.
Good heavens, was he…licking her?
“He’s tasting her,” Richford elaborated, as if Rhiannon needed to hear the words.
