Was that what I was reading?
“Fertilizing is important,” she said primly.
“I could not agree more. In fact, thoughts of fertilizing you distracted me from the chess match.”
“James. That is wicked.” But she couldn’t stop herself from giggling.
“Then we are a wicked pair, aren’t we?”
Oh, how could she resist the stormy invitation in his eyes?
“I might have been distracted as well,” she admitted. “By, um, similar thoughts.”
He rewarded her honesty with a kiss that made her toes curl in her shoes. When her vision fogged up, she realized she still had her spectacles on. She tried to remove them, but James stopped her.
“Leave them on,” he said.
Before she could ask why, he pulled her to her feet.
“Are we going upstairs?” she whispered.
“Too far,” he said succinctly.
He dragged her into the maze of shelves.
Laughing, she said, “You cannot possibly make love to me in the library…oh, gracious earth.”
He’d pushed her up against the shelves and tossed up her skirts. Layers of fabric rustled, crushed between them, as he found the opening in her drawers. When he slid a blunt finger along her slick crease, she bit her lip to keep from moaning.
“What were you thinking about when you were pretending to be reading?” he asked in a low voice. “What made this pussy so wet and ready?”
“You,” she sighed.
“What, specifically, was I doing to you?”
Given what she was allowing him to do in a public room in the middle of the day, she didn’t know how she could blush harder.
“What you did last night. When”—she squirmed against the shelves and not just because of his clever fingers—“you know.”
“Refresh my memory. Give me the naughty words, Evie. The ones you were thinking when you were watching me play chess with my father.”
The mention of the marquess heightened her discomfiture, yet James’s intense scrutiny demanded the truth.
“I was thinking about how good it felt.” She was faint with embarrassment. “When you told me to…to sit upon your face.”
Approval and arousal blazed in his gaze.
“Your pussy is my favorite treat,” he said huskily. “Did you like it when I licked you here, rubbed my tongue back and forth over your pearl?”
Since he was mimicking the motion with his touch, her reply was a strangled moan. He covered her mouth with his, swallowing the sound and those that followed as he fingered her to a swift climax. Pleasure spilled through her like sun-warmed honey, steaming up her lenses. Her knees buckled, but he held her securely.
“Christ, that looked sweet.” His stare was fierce and ardent. “Do you want to know the fantasy I was entertaining?”
Dazed with bliss, she nodded.
“I was thinking how prim and adorable you look in spectacles. And how I wanted to make love to you whilst you were wearing them.”
She blinked. “Truly? You like my spectacles?”
