She did as he asked, her hair a dark, wild tangle against the white pillows, her eyes a deep, midnight blue. He touched a finger to her chin, tilting her head up so he might take her lips again, plunging his tongue into that warm, slick cavern until breathless sighs and whimpers tore from her lips, and he was struggling not to grind his hips into the bed.
“Do you trust me, Juliet?” He caught a lock of her dark hair between his fingers and brushed it across his lips. “Will you trust me to take care of you?”
“Yes.” There wasn’t a shadow of doubt in those blue eyes.
She was like a feast laid out before him, with her tight, rosy nipples, and the enticing nest of dark, downy curls between her thighs. He rested a hand on her belly, then leaned over her to press a kiss to the gentle swell. “I want to taste you.”
“Taste me?” She blinked down at him.
She hadn’t the least idea what he meant, but God, yes, his mouth was watering for her. He wanted her against his tongue, her fingers twisting in his hair as she writhed and moaned for him. He pressed another kiss to her belly, then worked his way up, tracing her bellybutton with the tip of his tongue, then higher, dropping a trail of open-mouthed kisses over her rib cage and in the soft valley between her breasts.
“Oh!” Her hips surged off the bed when he licked one of her nipples. “I can’t… that’s—”
“Shh. I’ve got you, Juliet.” He cupped her hips in his hands, stilling her, then gave her other nipple a long, wet, stroke with his tongue before closing his lips around the tight bud.
Her hands flew to his head, a needy little cry on her lips. “Ah. That’s so… it feels…”
“Does it feel good, sweetheart?” He hovered his mouth over her damp nipple, letting her feel the drift of his breath over the hungry nub. “Do you want more?”
“Ah,please.”
He needed no other invitation, but set about devouring her, his hips working against the bed as he gave her what she’d pleaded for, with just the tip of his tongue at first, slow, teasing circles, then more as she grew more frenzied, her hips surging, the sharp tug of fingers in his hair.
Then his hand drifted down, and he slipped it between her legs, parting the delicate flesh and brushing the pad of his fingers over the tight pearl inside. “Open for me, Juliet… yes, that’s it,” he murmured when she opened her legs to him. “Such a good girl.”
He toyed with her nipples, sucking and licking while he stroked lightly between her legs, and God, she was so sweet, the way she gasped and writhed for him that he might have kept it up for hours, holding her at the edge of her pleasure if he hadn’t been so desperate to taste her.
He pressed one last, lingering kiss to each nipple before he drifted lower, kissing his way from her breasts to her stomach, nipping at the soft skin of her belly until he reached the sweet spot between her legs. He settled there, nudging her thighs wider with his shoulders, then burying his face between them, searching out the tiny, throbbing bud with the tip of his tongue.
Her taste, her breathless gasps, the way her thighs dropped open to welcome him tore a groan from deep inside his chest, and he went a little mad then, groaning against her sweet, damp flesh. “Come for me, Juliet. Come, sweetheart…yes,” he hissed, when she let out a keening cry, and her legs stiffened.
An instant later, nectar flooded his tongue. He lapped at her, eager for every drop, until at last her limbs went loose, and she fell limp against the bed.
He gave her one final, gentle lick before he rose from between her thighs and crawled up the bed, bracing himself on his arms before stretching out on top of her. “So good, Juliet, so beautiful.” He brushed the damp tendrils of her hair aside and dropped a kiss on her forehead, still murmuring to her, tender words of praise and desire.
She lay still for a bit, eyes closed and cheeks flushed, but once her breathing calmed, she opened her eyes, and her lips curved in a smile. “Are you still wearing your breeches?”
He glanced down at himself, a wry smile rising to his lips. He was indeed still half-clothed, and his cock stood at such rigid attention, it looked like he’d stuffed a fireplace poker down his breeches. “It, ah… it seems so.”
Juliet was already twisting open the buttons on his falls. “Perhaps you should take them off.”
There was nothing in the world he wanted more than to tear them off and toss them across the room, but if he did, he’d be tossing his few remaining shreds of restraint aside with them. “Juliet—”
He didn’t get any farther, whatever words he’d meant to follow her name dissolving in a deep groan as her hand closed around his length, stroking him. It was hesitant, a little clumsy, her grip too loose, yet it was deeply erotic, the most intense pleasure a woman had ever given him.
Because it washer.
He looked between their bodies, mesmerized by the sight of her small hand on him, her dainty fingers wrapped around his rigid cock, and swallowed roughly. “What are… ah, God… what are you doing?”
Her hand stilled at once. “Is this not right?”
Itwasright, more so than anything he’d ever felt before.Tooright. The kind of right that made a man forget himself, and what he owed to the lady in his bed.
Thevirginin his bed.
“It’s right, but you’re… we’re not… I’m a gentleman.” Good Lord, what a ridiculous statement that was, given he was lying between her thighs right now.
Predictably, Juliet’s lips curved in a grin. “Well, it’s a bit late for you to remember thatnow, my lord.” But then her grin faded, and she reached up to rest her hand against his cheek. “Earlier, you asked me if I wanted you, and I told youyes. That hasn’t changed, Miles.”
