Why can’t you accomplish both tasks at once?
The notion came out of nowhere, a spark that set her smoldering emotions aflame. She’d always been a girl of action: why notshowhim that she was no weak, missish female? That she could match him step for step, be a worthy partner… in every respect? Although her experience with lovemaking was limited, she could go by Carlisle’s example: she’d do to him what he’d done to her. Everything else, she’d improvise.
Guided by impulse and desire she could no longer deny, she bent and touched her mouth to his. Tasting his surprise, she felt his animal shudder, and it thrilled her that she could arouse this primal response in so proper a lord. She ran her tongue along his bottom lip, and his breath gusted, his mouth opening for her.
With thrumming excitement, she dipped her tongue in and his surged to meet her lapping caress. The sensuous, moist tangling drew goose pimples on her skin, her nipples stiff and throbbing beneath her bodice. When his hands clamped on her waist, she batted them away.
“No. My turn,” she whispered.
His brows rose… but his hands fell to his sides.
Tearing off her gloves, she cupped his jaw and slanted her mouth over his. The kiss caught fire, sucking the air from her lungs. Panting, she tugged off his cravat, tossing the starchy linen aside. Nuzzling his neck, she breathed in his arousing male musk. Then she licked her way down a strong, quivering tendon, drawing her tongue over the hard bump of his throat. A groan rumbled in his chest.
Dizzy with success and her own escalating need, she fumbled with the buttons of his waistcoat. In her eagerness, she tore off the last one, sent it skittering into the darkness. She tugged his shirt free of his waistband and slid her hands up under the linen.
“By… Golly.” The words left her in a stunned whisper.
His eyes gleamed up at her. “Not what you expected?”
Having never touched a naked male chest before, she hadn’t knownwhatto expect. The combination of hair-dusted skin and flexing muscle filled her with wonder. Marveling, she ran her fingers up the lean ridges of his abdomen to the powerful slabs of his heaving chest.
She squirmed, arousal making her mind fuzzy. How badly she wanted him to touch her. But, no, she was in charge, trying to make a point… what was she supposed to do next? What would he do to her?
Remembering, she searched out his nipple with her fingertips. She circled the flat nub, caressing him as he’d caressed her. She’d loved it when he’d stroked her thus, but she could tell she wasn’t getting the same reaction from him.
“Am I doing something wrong?” she whispered.
“I’m not complaining, lass, but it’s not quite the same for me as it is for you.” There was a catch of humor in his voice. “Now are you done playing your game?”
“I’m not playing—”
The air whooshed from her lungs as he rolled over in a swift motion, pinning her beneath him. Breathless, she stared up at his rugged features and smoldering eyes.
“You’re done,” he informed her huskily. “Now it’s my turn.”
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Lust pounded in his veins as he took her mouth, swallowing her whimper of excitement. The little vixen had driven him nigh mad with her innocent explorations, her untutored caresses firing his blood more than the most experienced courtesan could have done. He didn’t know what she was trying to prove, but he’d gone along until he judged she’d had enough and neither of them could take much more of her teasing.
Now his lips coursed over the exposed swells of her décolletage, his fingers hooking beneath the neckline to find her nipples. One of these days, he would have time to get all her clothes off, and he was going to spendhourspaying tribute to her breasts. He was going to kiss and suckle her sweet tits to his heart’s content. For now, he had to satisfy himself with fingering the stiff peaks, rubbing and pinching them lightly as she moaned.
She was so responsive. Made for him. Even the scent of her skin smelled right, ratcheted up his need to touch and taste her everywhere.
He grabbed a fistful of her skirts, dragging them upward. The dimness couldn’t hide the fact that every inch he revealed of her was absolute perfection.
“Christ, you’re bonny,” he rasped.
He ran a hand reverently up one slender stockinged leg, from dainty ankle to shapely calf. His palm moved up to her bare thigh, so sleek and soft it put silk to shame. He made room for himself between her legs, and the view got even better.
“Carlisle...”
She squirmed bashfully, but he didn’t let her close her legs.
“I’m right here, lass,” he said thickly.
Aye, he was right where he wanted to be, looking his fill of the shyest, prettiest little pussy. He inhaled her earthy sweetness before running a finger through her silky thatch. His cock jerked against his smalls. Goddamn, she was wet. Her petals were dripping with nectar.
Hehadto have a taste.
