Chapter Fifteen
Lady Lillian Tapper
“Did you get all the material that you needed?” Lord Kendrick asked with a wicked grin.
“I believe so.” I leaned back on the settee, my core aching in a delicious manner that I’d never experienced before. My entire body was alive with unfulfilled desire, and I had no idea how to satisfy my cravings. “Having no experience in this sort of thing, I’m hesitant.”
Lord Kendrick took the glass from the table beside him and sipped at the wine. His face was flushed, his eyes a sultry liquid blue. “You will gain more experience before the day is through.”
“Will we fornicate?” I asked, dismayed by my brashness. Lord Kendrick brought it out in me. I had never been like this before I met him. His boldness had a way of rubbing off on me.
A soft chuckle issued from Colt at my comment. Head back, he watched me with heavy eyes. I had never seen him so relaxed or content. The kisses we had shared flamed my blood, and I itched to kiss him once more. I grabbed the glass of sherry and drank the cool liquid, overwhelmed by my lust for both men. By all rights, I owed complete chastity to my future husband, yet Colt’s lips still tempted me.
“Fornicate is a rather interesting word, don’t you think?” Colt asked.
“I’ll not bed you until we are married.” Lord Kendrick rolled his eyes in overt exaggeration and leaned in to kiss me. I tilted my chin and let my lips play over his seeking ones. Each time he touched me, I tingled all over. One of my reasons for saying yes to his proposal was so I could enjoy more intimacies with him.
He flattened his hand under my ribcage, his palm cupping my breast over the fabric of my shirtwaist. I arched into his touch, my pulse sprinting in anticipation. His insistence on keeping me a virgin until we wed was frustrating. I wanted to experience everything with Lord Kendrick because a new facet of his personality shined through every time I was in his company. His zest for life revitalized me, and I wanted to live life instead of hiding in my room reading about it. Colt fulfilled a different need; one more intellectual but no less dynamic. He shared my love of reading and writing, and we often engaged in philosophical discussions for hours at a time.
Lord Kendrick brushed his thumb over my nipple. I whimpered against his mouth, greedy for more of his seductive caress. He would be my husband, the man whose children I would bear. I looped my arm around his neck, wishing to get closer to his hard frame. Our wedding date couldn’t come soon enough. He drifted his hand to my waist, and the tension of my waistband lessened.
“Did you do that?” I asked, pulling back to meet his hungry stare.
With a wicked grin, he nodded. “Yes. It is in my way.”
“Is it indeed? I thought we were not consummating our marriage until the night of our wedding.” I prayed he’d changed his mind because the ache in my groin was more pronounced.
“We are. What I intend to do to you doesn’t require penetration.” He moved from his seat and leaned over me. Promise rested in his stare. He pulled my skirt down as I lifted my hips to allow him to remove the material. Tossing the skirtaside, he knelt between my legs. The scorching way he watched me as he pushed them farther apart was mesmerizing.
Colt shifted on the settee, his shoulder flush against mine. He angled his neck, warm lips finding the spot below my ear that drove me insane with need. The second my hand had connected with Colt’s while he was handing me the book on the first day I met him, I knew I wanted to kiss him. Today, I had the luxury, and it was all that I dreamed of and more.
My entire skin broke out in delicious goosebumps, and I melted into his hard body. “Oh, dear.”
“Yes, oh dear.” Lord Kendrick tugged apart the slit in my knickers. The cotton tied at the waist, but he merely pulled the material aside. By the mischievous smirk he flashed me, what he intended to do was wicked. I held my breath in anticipation. He dragged his fingertip up the folds of my womanhood.
Hips bucking, I whimpered, needing more. His finger settled on the aching nub that swelled between my thighs in response to my silent plea.
Colt began to unfasten the buttons of my shirtwaist, his sensual exploration of my neck causing a catch in my breath. “I believe there is some hidden treasure here just waiting to be discovered.”
“Yes, an excellent idea. I would like to see her breasts.” Lord Kendrick said, his talented hand still pleasuring me.
His request pulled me out of the moment. My chest was a point of embarrassment. The fashion was for women to have an ample bosom. I lacked one. “They are not very impressive.”
“They are breasts. That is all the impressiveness I need along with your sweet cunny, of course,” Lord Kendrick said.
Air touched my chest as the shirtwaist parted to reveal my chemise. “You are not wearing a corset,” Colt said, untying the string that held it closed. He followed up his comment byskimming his lips along my collarbone, his breath hot on my skin.
“I don’t need one.” I swallowed my embarrassment. Lord Kendrick would see my sorrowful lack of bosom at some point. It was inevitable. I prayed it didn’t deter him from wishing to marry me.
The chemise parted and caught on my nipple. Lord Kendrick watched while Colt tugged the cotton down, following the fabric with his mouth. His blond hair was askew from when he ran his hands through it earlier.
The display the men had put on for my benefit still blazed in my mind. Colt swirled his tongue around my areola, moving ever closer to my nipple. Never could I have imagined two men would seduce me in such a manner. I draped my arm around his neck, my hand on the nape. He had the uncanny ability to read my mind, and we had often spoken for hours about any topic under the sun. The fact he was bringing me pleasure only enhanced how much I liked him.
“Perfect.” My fiancé cupped my bottom with both hands. He dipped his head and dragged his tongue along my cunny. A new and intense pleasure hit me. I nearly rose off the settee. The touch of his fingertip had been pleasurable. Each glide of his tongue was spectacular.
My chest swelled with love and exhilaration. Nothing in the books could equate to the real-life pleasure humming inside me. “Oh, Lord Kendrick, I’ll have an entire chapter on this alone.”
Low laughter met my comment. I ran shaky fingers into his long hair and gripped the heavy weight. Our eyes locked, and the modest lady inside me begged to look away. I couldn’t stop staring at him. He was doing fabulous things to me, and I loved every second.
