“I do.”
She explored in swirling motions with her fingers over the material of his shirt. Although he wanted more from her, she thrilled him equally with her lazy examinations.
When she located one hardened nipple, God help him, she dipped her head and covered it with her mouth.
And then circled it with her tongue.
Breath hissed through his teeth, causing her to stop and look up. “Does that pain you?”
Marcus couldn’t help it. He grasped both sides of her face and guided her back into position. “No. Keep going.”
Holy fucking saints in heaven.
She nipped, she licked, and then she trailed her lips to the other side. All seemingly innocent, both of them completely clothed.
And her bum rested just out of reach, across his thighs. Marcus took hold of her skirts and fisted the material upward. When he reached the hem, he did the same with her chemise.
“Marcus?” She paused. “That isn’t part of this particular lesson.”
If she wasn’t so adorably methodical, he would have groaned in agony. Instead, he released the material to fall back to the floor. She may not have realized it, but she had just given him permission to do some ‘exploring’ for himself.
He placed his hand over her breast. “But this is.”
Wow!
Marcus’ hand, resting atop her clothing on her bosom, sent a scalding pleasure from her chest to her thighs. Her mouth went dry, and she had difficulty speaking. “Ah, yes.” She faltered.
She’d hadherlips on him. She’dbit through the linen of his shirtwhen she’d felt the hard nubs beneath it.
What would it feel like for him to do the same? Meeting his gaze, she froze. Was it possible to look inside of a person’s soul? Because it felt as though that was what he was doing to her. He was looking into her soul.
He squeezed and drew circles with his thumb. More than anything, she wanted him to kiss her as well.
Except that notion frightened her. It seemed disorganized, muddled. What would she focus on if he wreaked such havoc in more than one place at a time?
Conflicting wants drifted through her consciousness when his other hand slipped behind her, unbuttoning her dress.
Ah, yes. madness.
Chaos.
He intended to touch her skin.
She yearned for it. Would it burn? Would she faint?
Her sleeves loosened, and Marcus lowered one and then the other. His hand hovered over her bodice, and he asked the question with his eyes.God, yes. Please do! Now!
She nodded with a jerk.
And then he lowered the material. She knew what he would see. Pale, almost translucent skin set around dusky pink areolas.
She watched anyway.
The sight of his dark, masculine hand, holding her, rubbing her, sent sparks shooting into her limbs. Her eyelids felt heavy, but she forced herself to look up.
She wanted to see his expression. She needed to know he wasn’t disgusted by her.
He focused intently upon his task, his pupils so large that his eyes almost looked black.
