“Fascinating,” she whispered, trailing her fingers along the length.
He groaned, his hips twitching. “I can’t say anyone’s ever had that reaction to it before.”
She smirked. “Good. I don’t want to hear about anyone else or their reactions. How can I make you feel good?”
“You already are.”
She rolled her eyes. She’d expected a known rogue to have less inhibition about telling her what he wanted. “Do you like to have it licked, as you did with me?”
His shaft flexed in her hand.
“Yes, but if you do that, I might go up in smoke. You can stroke me. Move your hand up and down.”
She tried to do as he’d suggested, but his trousers were in the way. Withdrawing her hand from inside them, she attacked the button to give herself more room to work.
“Whoa.” He covered her hand with his. “We should stop.”
She met his dark eyes. They were almost entirely black, his cheeks as red as hers no doubt were. “Why?”
Grimacing, he tugged one of his hands through his hair and sat up. “Because you’re an innocent. I shouldn’t ruin you.”
She cocked her head. “If you marry me, then you wouldn’t be ruining me.”
He closed his eyes and flopped back onto the bed. “You’re temptation incarnate. The devil on my shoulder.”
Her stomach fluttered, and a grin stole across her face. “I’ve always wanted to be considered devilish, but I’ve had to try so hard to behave properly. Because of Violet, people were always waiting for me to put a foot out of line, even hoping I would so they could turn on me like they did her. It’s only because of Emma that I’m accepted. It’s a lot of pressure. Can’t we be naughty just this once?”
His eyelashes fluttered open, and he eyed her. “I believe we’ve been naughty more than once, my little firebrand.”
Heat pooled low in her core. When he called her that, it made her feel powerful.
Seductive.
She straddled him and whispered, “Ruin me.”
He sat up, shifting her weight so that the V of her thighs hovered over his crotch, then he palmed the side of her face and kissed her. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“Everything.” She wet her lips, scarcely daring to breathe. “I want everything.”
Would he turn her away? Push her off him?
Or would he draw her closer?
His eyes searched hers. “Do you understand what that means?”
“I understand enough.” She raised her chin, hoping he wouldn’t notice the slight quiver of her lower lip. The truth was, she knew very little about what happened between a man and a woman.
Both Kate and Emma had alluded to it being something very enjoyable, but neither had shared details. Emma had promised to talk with her when Sophie became betrothed.
He sighed, and her heart fell.
“I won’t take your innocence today,” he said, giving voice to the rejection she’d been bracing for. “But there are other acts you might enjoy. Do you trust me?”
She nodded immediately. She didn’t even have to think on the matter.
He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbling. “Move from me.”
She pouted.
