Rosy color climbed her cheeks—God, he’d never found blushing to be such a charming habit until her. “You’ve wondered about the color… of my…”
When she trailed off with mute embarrassment, he gave a soft laugh. “I suppose I’ll have to find out for myself.”
Given that her chemise was trapped in place by her corset, his only recourse was to pull down the quilted cup. There wasn’t a lot of give, just enough for her linen-covered nipple to peep over the rim of stiffened fabric. Even so, the sight of that plump, erect bud made his gut seize with want.
“Coral,” he said huskily. “I should have known.”
He bent his head to sample the inviting morsel.
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Polly jolted with shock as Revelstoke’s lips closed around her nipple. Her hands shot to his head, intending to halt the scandalous caress, but she felt the curl of his tongue, the decadent lapping through the linen, and instead of pushing him away, her fingers threaded through the rough silk of his hair, gripping tightly as a moan rustled from her throat.
In a swift movement, he lay her fully across the bench, kneeling beside her on the carriage floor. She had the dissonant thought that his position couldn’t be comfortable, but then he bent over her again, and the hot, wet suction of his mouth drained her of all thought. She became a creature of sensation, writhing as he licked and suckled, going from breast to breast.
“You have the loveliest breasts. See how pretty your nipples are?” He blew softly on the damp linen, and she shivered at the exquisite sensation and wicked words, the vibrant desire in his eyes. “Like the ripest cherries, so red and plump, they make me want to eat you all up…”
She moaned helplessly as he made good on his words, lavishing her breasts with kisses. Never had she imagined such decadent pleasure, his clever mouth wreaking havoc on one breast, his long, agile fingers at the other. The heat and friction twined in a blazing trail from her breasts to her sex. She squeezed her thighs together in an effort to relieve the throbbing between them. Her respiration grew fitful, the constriction of her stays growing tighter, the stimulation too much to bear.
“Revelstoke,” she pleaded.
His head lifted, his gaze searing down into hers. “Sinjin, love. Say my name.”
“Sinjin…” Despite what they were doing, the intimacy of those two syllables quivered through her. Wetting her lips, she said, “Sinjin, please stop. I can’t stand it anymore.”
His beautiful mouth twitched, his gaze dancing with the devil’s merriment. Before she could question his amusement, he kissed her again until her mind emptied, her senses overwhelmed by his virile skill.
Against her lips, he murmured, “You don’t want me to stop, kitten. Because if I did, you wouldn’t get to see what comes next.”
“What comes next?” The words popped out before she could stop them.
His sensual smile stole her breath. He dropped kisses on the corner of her mouth, the surging slope of one breast, her bound, fully-clothed waist. As his head descended farther and farther, she heard the rustling of her skirts and petticoats, felt a startling waft of air against her stockinged legs…
“What are you doing?” she gasped, levering herself up on her elbows.
“Answering your question of what comes next.” He continued to sweep her skirts up, bunching them at her waist. His large hands landed above her garters, on her bare and trembling thighs. “In a nutshell, my sweet? You do.”
When she tried to close her legs, he held them spread. He stared intently at her most private place while she squirmed with mortification.
“Look at you, by Jove,” he murmured.
Steeped in shame, she squeezed her eyes shut.
“You’re a work of art.”
She peeped at him. Was he... making fun of her? “That’s not amusing.”
“Who’s laughing? You’re a bloody masterpiece.”
Reverence threaded his tone and, she saw with astonishment, his aura.
“Gorgeous tits, legs, not to mention the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” His sincerity was as jarring as his wicked turn of phrase. “It’s a good thing I don’t have time to get you fully naked: I might expire on the spot. We’ll have to build up to it—give my heart time to adjust. Now let’s see if your pussy feels as nice as it looks…”
She shuddered as he brushed a finger through the silky thatch that guarded her feminine secrets. When he nudged against her damp folds, a strangled sound rose up her throat. Then he was stroking her…there… a wicked and thorough exploration that reduced her breath to choppy pants. He delved higher, touching that hidden peak that sent sparks up her spine. He stroked, circling and circling, and the sparks blurred into a fiery streak. Suddenly, she caught fire: bliss exploded through her, forcing his name from her lips.
“Christ, that looked sweet,” he said thickly. “Was it good then, kitten?”
Good?It was even better than their last kiss, beyond anything she could have imagined. Before she could gather her wits to answer, moisture trickled from her core, dampness slickening his fingers, which continued to leisurely stroke her. Mortified, she tried to clamp her legs together again.
