“You have no idea.”
There was a twinkle in her eye when she looked up at me. And then, without warning, she cupped my cock through the fabric of my trousers. At my hiss, she stilled, frowning slightly.
“Is it painful?”
“The opposite.”
A grin spread over her face. “Oh, good. Because there’s something I want to try.”
I waited while she unbuttoned my trousers. Her hairstyle had wobbled off to one side, as though struggling valiantly against the few pins she’d managed to find while we were dressing. I buried my fingers into the mass, which was enough to cause it to tumble free.
Then, to my utter shock, she lowered herself to her knees.
“What are you doing?”
My breath hissed when she freed my cock and took me into her mouth. She’d clearly never done this before, but her enthusiasm more than made up for her lack of experience. She looked up at me, her cheeks hollowed, and I found myself teetering on the edge of release.
But not yet. I wanted to be inside her again.
When I pulled out of her mouth, she frowned. “You didn’t like it?”
“I liked it far too much. But I’m not ready for this to be finished.”
I helped her to stand then promptly divested her of her clothing again before tossing her onto the bed. This time, when I followed her down, I began my own thorough exploration of her body. She wasn’t shy, though she did hesitate when I kissed her hip and tried to spread her legs. But only for a moment. And then when I kissed her there, between her legs, she let out the most delightful moan.
In that moment, I had the most unsettling realization that I was becoming addicted to making love to my wife.
CHAPTER 23
DIANA
Clifton lay sprawled across the bed without a stitch of clothing, his expression sated as he watched me don my chemise. Caroline hadn’t mentioned that a man would ever put his mouth down there. She probably hadn’t wanted to shock me after I’d balked when she told me that her husband loved it when she took him into her mouth.
At the time, I’d been horrified by the idea. But now, with Clifton, the desire to please him had almost overwhelmed me, pushing me to give him something he’d like but might never ask for. In the end, I’d discovered that instead of just something I was doing for him, it had increased my own desire. The knowledge that I could do something so physically decadent… I couldn’t explain why it had inflamed me so much, but I was beginning to realize that I enjoyed being wicked with him.
Now I was famished and a little sore.
“If you don’t hurry and get dressed, I’ll eat everything on that tray myself. We’ve been in here long enough for the tea to get cold.” I bent to pick up the pins he’d scattered earlier. I’d have to ask the maid if she could find more hairpins for me. The few I’d managed to find wouldn’t be enough.
He rose to his feet, and I resisted the urge to turn and stare. “I can survive lukewarm tea if you can. And please leave your hair down.”
I hesitated then shrugged. We weren’t going anywhere tonight, so it didn’t really matter. I dropped the pins onto the dressing table and headed into the other room.
When Clifton emerged from the bedroom, he was wearing only his trousers. I’d poured the tea, which was indeed lukewarm, but I didn’t mind. He lowered himself onto the settee next to me, his body radiating heat. If I leaned just a little to the left, we’d be pressed against one another. But that way lay danger, and I needed to get some food in me before I fainted from hunger.
Clifton was piling his plate with food. “I thought you were hungry?”
He turned to look at me, and my cheeks heated when he caught me staring at the broad expanse of his muscular chest. I’d mapped his entire body with my hands, but I was still endlessly fascinated with all the ways in which he was so different from me.
He raised a brow then handed me the plate he’d prepared.
With a shrug, I took it and thanked him. Then I added, “You can’t blame me.”
He grinned before preparing his own plate. “Eat up, Diana. I have plans for you afterward.”
I shivered at the clear warning but began to devour my food.
“Diana.”
