“Fuck.”It was a dirty word, and she had never heard him use it before.
Was it wrong that she liked turning him into a rogue?That it delighted her to reduce him to his base instincts?
He grasped her hand.“This way,” he said, pulling her toward a door opposite the library.
When she entered, he closed the door and threw the latch behind her.
It was a study, no doubt intended for the master of the house, outfitted with a large wooden desk and handsome bookshelves.
“We shouldn’t,” she said, the words coming out rushed and insincere.
She knew what the solitude they had found meant.She knew how risky this assignation was.It was madness.
But she was so blazingly desperate for him, she was willing to forget all caution.
“Please,” he murmured from behind her.
She still had her back to him.She felt him approach her, and then he put his arms around her.
“Let me please you.”
“Dear God,” she swore softly.
One hand found her breast, as the other palmed her arse.She had no conviction, she realized.She was only boneless desire.
“Tell me what you need.”
“You.”
He turned her around toward him and kissed her.He drank her in deeply, and she felt her want heighten even more.Would she climax just from these kisses?Was that possible?
Then he pushed her back until she was sitting on the desk.
“What are you doing?”she said, faintly aware that he must have a plan, but unable to think through the haze of want.
“Don’t worry, darling.”
He caught the hem of her skirt and brought it up over her knees.He found her drawers and pulled them roughly from her body, so that they were deposited on the floor.
He kissed the inside of her knee and then edged her legs open.
“Wait,” she said, faintly aware that he was about to do something that would surprise her.
“I can’t,” he said, bringing his mouth to the inside of her thigh.He kissed the flesh there, swiping his tongue over it, and she felt her core clench and unclench in an imitation of what she so dearly wanted.To find oblivion.With him.
When his lips found her core, she couldn’t object.Just the sensation of his mouththere, his breath on her most sensitive flesh, had her grasping his shoulder.
“Please,” she begged.“I need…” She couldn’t say what she needed, but he seemed to understand.
“I’ll make it better.I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
These words surprised her.She had never even thought of this particular act.And she was sure that, in any other state, she would be much too self-conscious to try it.But she was not in her wits at present.
He opened her with his tongue.The sensation was exquisite—truly unbelievable.He found her center of pleasure and sucked, and she saw stars.She held onto his shoulders to keep herself from falling.
“Yes—” She gasped out.“Please.More.”
He did it again.
