His smile was tender. “Let me show you.”
He slid off the bench and began drawing up her skirts. “Already soaked for me. I can’t believe how responsive you are.” He sank to his knees at the foot of the bench, pressing her thighs open.
Rosalie lay back in a daze, allowing him to do it. She wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, but she felt certain that she would die if he were to stop.
He pressed a kiss against the inside of her thigh. “I’m going to use my mouth on you. I want your first time to be beautiful.”
“Your… mouth?” she asked weakly. He was bringing his face toward her most intimate parts. Surely, he didn’t mean to… to…
Apparently, he did, because the next thing she knew, he was kissing her,lickingher, even, right between her legs! For an instant, she was too stunned to protest. But then,but then…
How had she not known that such pleasure could exist? It was more potent than brandy, more intense than the Italian sun. It filled her, consumed her, scorched her from within.
On the stone bench, her thighs began to tremble, but Rosalie was too far gone to wonder what that meant. Suddenly, the pleasure not only filled her, but stretched her until she felt like she might burst from it. It was too much, too good, it had nowhere to go and… and… and…
Much to her surprise, she did burst. At least, she felt like she did. Suddenly, her thighs were quaking violently, that place between her legs was pulsing, and she could hear herself babbling nonsense as she clutched Lucian’s head. She didn’t have the wherewithal to feel embarrassed. The only thing she knew was the beautiful sensations pulsing through her body.
The next thing she knew, Lucian was pulling her, boneless, off the bench and down into his lap. He cradled her against his chest.
She felt him smile against her temple. “I can feel your heart racing.”
“What did you do to me?” She sounded dazed, almost drunk, to her own ears.
He chuckled. “It’s called a climax. Did you like it?”
She lifted her head from his shoulder so she could squint at him incredulously. “Did Ilikeit?” She waved a hand, struggling to explain. “Ilikeblancmange. IlikereadingThe Lady’s Magazine. ‘Like’ is entirely the wrong verb to describe how I feel about what you just did to me.”
He smirked, and the words he uttered were, “I told you so.”
And she laughed, because even though it probably wasn’t what he should have said, it was perfectly Lucian. And she somehow knew that, even after such a short acquaintance.
“I would not doubt you,” she said. “At least, when it comes to this.”
“Ah, yes. The one area where I’m useful.”
He had made the remark in his characteristic flippant tone, but something about his delivery made Rosalie suspect that she had touched a nerve. “I didn’t say that,” she said quickly. “Nor do I think it.”
He arched an eyebrow laconically. “Name one other thing that I’m good at.”
“In addition to your facility for dispatching aggressive suitors, you have an extremely sharp wit,” Rosalie said honestly. “I suspect that you would be good at almost anything you put your mind to.”
From her vantage point in his lap, she felt the tension drain from his shoulders. He brushed a kiss against her temple, then muttered, “Absolutely everyone would disagree with you.”
“Thank goodness. You know how little regard I have for the opinions of just about every member of theton.”
He laughed then, a genuine sound. “And yet, you hold me in some regard. Who’s the foolish one now?”
“Oh, I know you’re a scoundrel, and you’re only interested in me for one thing.”
“Am I?” he grumbled.
She waved a hand. “Don’t worry—I promise not to get my hopes up.” Rosalie bit her lip. From her vantage point in his lap, she could feel the evidence that he was yet to get what he came for pressing against her hip.
She gathered her courage. “Speaking of the reason you’re here, you’re going to have to tell me what to do.”
He gave her an incredulous look. “What do you mean, I’m going to have to tell you what to do?”
Rosalie’s cheeks flushed, but she forced herself to say, “In case it was not abundantly clear, I have never done this before. If I am to bring you to…er,satisfaction, then I will require some instruction.”
