He moved across the bed toward her. “You.”
Well. It would seem hecouldbe tempted.
Rhiannon bit back a smile. “I’m still a bit hungry.”
“Then I’ll feed you.”
Heat unfurled deep within her. “How gentlemanly of you.”
He pulled his lean form alongside her, bracing himself on one hand as he reached for a strawberry with the other. “Eat.”
She intentionally nipped his fingers as she took the berry slice from him.
“You bit me.”
She chewed, enjoying herself immensely. “Forgive me. I didn’t mean to.”
His eyes narrowed. “Hmm.”
He picked up a hunk of pineapple next, and she licked his thumb.
“You would test the patience of a saint, madam.”
She chewed the pineapple and swallowed. “Fortunately, you’re not a saint. However, you did say that you didn’t want to honor our understanding, so if I nipped you, I can’t be blamed.”
“I never said I didn’t want to honor it. Those were your words, not mine. I said that I don’t keep mistresses, and certainly not the innocent younger sister of my friend.”
She held his gaze. “Not so innocent now.”
“Better me than bloody Carnis,” he growled.
The reminder of Reginald was most unwanted. At the moment, she would prefer that she was never leaving this idyll. That Aubrey would somehow fall hopelessly in love with her over the remaining days of the house party and ask her to marry him instead, preposterous as such a dream was.
“I thought you said I wasn’t supposed to speak his name,” she managed, all too aware that the bedclothes were still at her waist.
“You’re not.” He reached for a raspberry next, but this time, instead of bringing it to her lips, he placed it on her nipple. “Now hush, because I’m famished.”
His head bent toward her breast, and he sucked the raspberry from the tip. She curled her toes beneath the coverlets as pleasure swept over her. A pulse beat to life between her thighs. Suddenly, neither her hunger nor her need for the water-closet mattered nearly as much as another urge.
He chewed the berry, giving her a sinner’s grin. “Delicious. I think I’ll have another.”
Carefully, he placed another raspberry on her other nipple before claiming that one as well, sucking and licking as he did so. She arched her back, reaching for him, thinking it a terrible shame he was fully clothed.
“I think you’re going to have a difficult time managing the strawberries and pineapples,” she said breathlessly.
“Nonsense. Watch.” He placed a strawberry slice on the curve of her breast, then licked it off.
“Perhaps I was wrong,” she admitted.
He settled a pineapple on her other breast and caught it in his teeth, chewing lustily. “Divine.”
A hint of juice trickled down her bare skin, and he licked it up, then lingered, sucking and nipping. She gently pushed the plate to the side.
“Aubrey?”
He kissed the hollow between her breasts, then lower. “Yes?”
“I’m not hungry for breakfast any longer.”
