“What are you doing?” she whispered, eyes still closed but with a soft smile on her lips.
“Sinful things,” he said, keeping his tone conversational.
She huffed. “Nothing about that was sinful.”
“It absolutely was,” he insisted.
“You sent me to heaven—entirely impossible if our actions were sinful.” Her dark lashes fluttered open, catching his gaze.
“The Bible would disagree.”
Small hands rose to catch his cheeks. “You are not sinful, Benedict Sinclair.”
He blinked, thoughts still fuzzy with arousal, as those words penetrated his mind. The instinctive denial lingered at the tip of his tongue—so accustomed as he was to publicly reveling in his moniker.
“There is no sin within our love,” she insisted.
His heart threatened to crack wide open as tears pooled in his eyes before he scooted up alongside her and ducked into her shoulder to kiss at the home he’d claimed there.
Eliza’s hand found the back of his head and pulled him closer.
She allowed him to recover from his overwhelm there, in the violet-scented haven of her neck, before she shattered him.
“You’ve been so good to me, Benedict. Are you ready to let me be good to you?”
He swallowed, unable to mistake her meaning. Especially not when her free hand slid down to wrap around his cock.
Nothing had ever been so incredible as her inexpert hand closing too gently around his impossibly hard prick. Benedict’s breath was already ragged, and his hips thrust involuntarily into the circle of Eliza’s fist.
Her other hand tugged lightly on his hair, drawing him from her shoulder. Once he was free, she claimed his lips in a sensual kiss, her tongue tasting his boldly. Too soon, she pulled back.
“Help me. I want you to feel as I do.”
“You’re doing so well, little violet,” he replied, reaching for her lips again.
Her fist tightened.
“You made me feel so wonderful. Show me how to please you.”
Benedict nearly peaked at the words, eyes squeezing shut as he counted to ten.
Eliza’s breath caressed his skin, and he had to begin his count again, then twice more.
“Does it please you when I tell you how happy you’ve made me? How wonderful you’ve made me feel?”
His hips surged against her hand and he had to pull her delicate fingers away from his cock. He needed to be certain Eliza had no further designs on it at present.
He released a shuddering breath before swallowing thickly. “How is it that you’ve learned this about me in minutes when I hardly knew it myself?”
Eliza’s smile was sweet before she tucked her head shyly into his chest. He dropped a kiss on her head, then fell to his back, easily able to ignore the twinge of pain.
The riotous curly strands of her hair were impossibly soft as he ran his fingers through them. “Does that preference bother you?” he asked, his heart pounding despite his even tone.
“No!” she insisted, head popping up. “I find it no hardship to tell you the truth. In fact, that was the first time I’ve ever said anything with the intention of… experimenting.”
Benedict ignored the throb that thought drew from his prick. “Then why are you hiding?”
“It is only… I’ve only the vaguest idea what to do. And I quite like knowing what to do. I am nervous I will bungle it all up.”
