A blush was darkening her cheeks as she turned away to place the candlestick on her dressing table. “I was rather hoping a mysterious lothario would scale my bedroom tower and break in through my window and make me scream with pleasure as he indoctrinated me thoroughly into the cult of Aphrodite.”
Kenneth’s mind went blank.
Likely because all the blood in his body had just rushed to his cock.
He stood there like a dobber in the middle of her room, mouth open, trying to process the wicked scenario she’d just described so matter-of-factly.
When she turned back to him, Barbara blinked innocently. “Oh, I know an Egyptian god metaphor would have been more apt, considering the identity of the ravishee, but I thought someone like you would be more familiar with Aphrodite.”
Kenneth just about managed a croaked, “Someone like me?”
With what could only be described as a wicked grin, Barbara sauntered toward him. A few steps away, she halted and began to untie the belt of her dressing gown. “A wicked reprobate. A rake. Someone well-versed in the art of pleasing a woman.”
The robe fell open, revealing a garment that couldnotbe her usual nightgown. For one thing, it was too sheer. For another, it didn’t covernearlyenough of her.
It was, of course, pink.
“Do you like it?” Barbara glanced down at herself with fierce concern. “Margaret let me borrow it. She says she has a few which drive Tosh absolutely mad with desire.”
“Mad,” Kenneth rasped, his cock throbbing against his smalls and his mouth watering. He curled his hands into fists at his side to keep from reaching for her.
This—this was not—wasn’t he supposed to be seducing her?
“You see…” Barbara’s smile turned almost shy as she slid her palms up her sides. “I have a goal.”
Hungrily, Kenneth watched those smooth hands touching herself, cupping her tits. He thought he might have made a desperate sort of sound as he swayed toward her.
“Are you not going to ask me my goal, Kenneth?”
His gaze snapped back up to meet hers. “What is yer goal, love?” he managed.
“I want you to teach me about pleasure. You have had me teetering on the edge for the last weeks, and an incomplete lesson is very poor form indeed. I want you, Kenneth.” With one shrug, the dressing gown fell from her shoulders, leavingsomuch fooking skinexposed to the night air and his sight. “I want you to show me everything I have been missing.”
Oh, fooking hell.
Kenneth forced himself to take a deep breath, to focus on her eyes, instead of the delicious way her tits pressed against the silk.Nipples. He could see nipples through the sheer pink material.
Thank ye, Jesus Christ and all the saints!
But therewasa reason he’d intended to find her tonight, and it wasn’t completely debauchery.
“Barb,” he managed to croak. “I—the mission. Update from my superiors. Truth.”
The truth. About how this all started.
Her smile was as wicked as his had ever been as she stepped up to him. When she lifted her arms to place them around his neck, her breasts brushed his chest, and Kenneth swore his cock was already primed to spill.
“Not tonight, Kenneth,” she whispered. “Tonight is not about your case or our mission. Tonight is aboutus.”
She pulled his head down and Kenneth quit fighting what they both desperately wanted.
With a groan of surrender, he lowered his mouth to hers, determined to show her exactly how incredible she was.
Barbara’s breath caught as Kenneth’s mouth claimed hers, and she realized instantly that this kiss was different from all the ones they’d shared before. In the library, at Nutt’s, in the carriages—she’d thought those kisses had been magnificent, but now realized they had been restrained, cautious, mindful of discovery or propriety.
This kiss held no such restraint.
His lips moved over hers with hungry purpose, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to tangle with hers. The sensation sent heat cascading through her body, pooling low in her belly, making her core throb with an almost painful need. She met him eagerly, her tongue dancing with his, learning the evening taste of him—brandy and something darker, something uniquely Kenneth.
