“Hold tight, sweetheart. This is only the beginning.”
Her keening sound was one of anticipation.
God, her skin was soft. He skimmed his fingers to the remaining silk tie and glancing up, catching her watching him, was inspired. His gaze locked with hers, he leaned forward and clamped down on the loose end of the second garter. With his teeth.
Her pupils were large, her lids half closed. She licked her lips.
Dear God in heaven.
Chase closed his own eyes to keep from losing it right there.
Clenching the ribbon in his mouth, he dragged the stocking down her leg, rubbing his jaw along the inside of her knee and calf and ankle.
She’d spread her legs wider for him, and he doubted she even realized she’d done so.
“Untied.” Her voice trembled through the air, and he noticed her counting the letters with her free hand.
U-n-t-i-e-d. Only six letters. She was so damned precious.
“P.” Chase whispered, pinning her gaze with his. Knowing she was ready, he raised his hand and stroked the tip of his thumb along her center. Her thighs quivered.
“E.” Taking his time, he slicked her juices over plump, intimate flesh.
“R.” He located her entrance with his finger.
“F.” He pushed it up, and her muscles convulsed around him. She was tight and wet and soft. He couldn’t wait to be inside her.
“E-C.” He added a second finger and then slowly drew both out. And then…
“T.” He curled them just so and pushed inside again.
He couldn’t help himself. Leaning forward, he flicked his tongue over her clit.
“Oh, argh. Um.” Her voice shook but one hand landed on his head, urging him to keep going.
He answered with a low moan.
It was all the encouragement she needed and just like that, a violent trembling took hold of her. She cried out, shivering, keening, chanting his name.
Chase continued stroking and sucking until she’d fallen backward on the bed, marveling at her uninhibited completion. She’d be on the floor if he wasn’t holding her up.
Flickering candles illuminated a sight he would never forget—one bare foot on his shoulder, her skin flushed, and her lips swollen and glistening where he’d kissed her.
His banquet.
This wanton enchantress was the same woman who’d tried to lead him in the waltz earlier that night—and then danced so prettily in his arms. She was the same woman who’d put his somewhat difficult mother at ease upon meeting her—without complaint. He had compromised her beyond comprehension—and she’d gone on to face the judgement of the ton with poise and dignity.
She was extraordinary.
The realization humbled him.
“That was unexpected,” she managed while he half assisted, half dragged her all the way onto the bed.
“Turn over, love. I did promise to unlace you, didn’t I?”
Utterly spent and apparently at his mercy, she lazily rolled onto her stomach.
“Extraordinary. But I knew you would be,” she mumbled, her face adorably buried in a pillow.
