He toyed with the strap and stroked the back of his finger under it and over her skin, but resisting temptation, he pulled away. “Let me order supper. I want you to stay the night.”
“I’d love to,” she said.
All through the supper of good beefsteak, light root vegetables, and hot spiced cider, the food tasted like ash to his mouth as he could not tear his eyes from Ariadne’s body.
With the plates cleared away, Cedric nursed his drink. “What is the name of this dressmaker?”
“Modiste Teresa Redmonde,” she replied, sitting back in her chair at an angle that let her right breast pop out of the slinky fabric.
“Did you order a new wardrobe?” he asked.
“Only a few pieces first and a ball gown for out upcoming ball,” she said. “In time, I’ll get more but I want to get my sisters a few pieces before I get more for myself.”
“Always so self-sacrificial,” he murmured.
“I—” she paused. “I don’t want to overspend but?—”
He waved her off, “You have a generous allowance for any reason you want. If you want to spoil your family, I will not stop you.”
She smiled, “Thank you.”
Setting his cup aside, he ordered, “Come here.”
“Why?”
Spreading his legs, he said, “Just come here.”
Obediently, she rounded the chair and came to him; unceremoniously, he pulled her down to his lap and kissed her. “I couldn’t think during the meal,” his lips grazed over to her ear. “All I could think about was to kiss you and peel this gown off you tonight.”
Bending, he kissed the rounded tops; her skin flowed like silk beneath his lips just as his hand plucked the first bow at her shoulder open and followed with the second. With her top bare, he spiraled his tongue slowly toward the peak of one breast, teasing her nipple into plump ripeness but not yet tasting the fruit.
His animal instincts warred with logic.If you stay in control, there’s no harm in having a little fun, he reasoned. Satisfied with his decision, he cupped his wife’s breasts, enjoying their firm heft.
“Cedric, please,” she begged in a breathy voice.
He drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking with firm pressure, and cries of pleasure surged to his head while his length thickened in his trousers.
The wet friction of his tongue made her moan and squirm delightfully against his lap, and he switched his attentions to herother breast, licking and flicking, while rubbing the first, keeping it wet and stiff.
Soft gasps left her trembling lips, as her lashes fluttered against her cheeks. Her hand slid into his hair as the sweetest sounds left her mouth. Pulling away, he touched his mouth to hers as his tongue slid against the seam of her mouth, but she didn’t take long to accept him in.
Devil and damn, she made him hard.
He toyed with the idea of playing with her some more, but his pounding erection convinced him otherwise. Her fresh scent filled his nostrils as desire roared to life inside him.
“I want to teach you something,” he murmured on her lips.
“What?” Her lips coasted over his jaw.
“Get on your knees,” he said.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Her confusion was stamped on her face, but she slid off his lap and rested on her haunches between his legs. He pried the placket of his trousers open, and his arousal shot up as if injected with steel.
“I want your mouth on me,” he said, taking her hand and wrapping it around him.
“You’re so big,” she blurted. “How do you walk around with this?”
