“Die?I’m not sure that’s in any way romantic.”
“I didn’t promise you romance. I promised you pleasure.”
Again, that spiral shiver—a shiver made more potent by the way he locked her inside his arms.
“It’s your wedding day,” he murmured.
“It is, isn’t it?”
“Yet you are agitated.”
Of course. She was in a moving carriage, and he was holding her still. “Yes.”
“Shall I help you calm?”
“Depends on what you have in mind.”
He dipped his fingers into the cleft of her behind, cupped that flesh, and then ended his caress on her thigh, just above the ribbon that held her stocking.
She clenched in anticipation. “You make me lightheaded.”
“You make my prick stiff as steel.”
She rocked forward. “Romantic…”
“Like I said…”
“I prefer the word cock, I think.” She moved his hand to the top of her thigh. “You know, I like the way you touched me.”
“Where?”
She lifted her brows. “On your bed.”
“Minx.”
She threaded her finger through his and dragged his hand the rest of the way. He hummed as if he’d were about to taste some infinitely delicious morsel as he slid his thumb over the nub between her legs.
“Do you know what I like best?”
A languid openness spread through her being. “I can imagine.”
“If you guessed your mouth around my cock, you were right.”
His words against the lobe of her ear sounded so dissolute. So forbidden.
And so very desired.
“That’s a remarkable coincidence. I like having your cock in my mouth.”
“Do you?”
“Mmm-hmm.”Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, what the man could do with his fingers!
“Is there anything we’ve done yet you didn’t like?”
“That first time, I wasn’t…” She hesitated. “Quiteprepared for your taste, but I’m used to it now.”
He chuckled low in his throat. “I tried to warn you.”
