Page 42 of The Lady’s Sweet Revenge

He whispered his instructions and she followed each one until she was writhing on his settee, close to orgasm once again. Her quiet whimpers excited him and he pressed his palm against his cock, hoping to ease the pressure.

“Please,” she begged as she’d done once before. Christ, how he loved to hear her beg for him. But she didn’t stop with just his name and the quest for more as she had the first time. “Please, Reese. I want to know what it is that a man and a woman do when their bodies come together. Please.”

He shook his head. This time the word please had wrecked him. He wanted to give in. Needed it. But he couldn’t.

He moved back and shook his head.

“I can’t, Harlow. Not like this. Not when kissing and touching has taken to flames. I’ll not pretend to tell you what you should or shouldn’t want. You’re a woman grown and I’ll not disrespect ye by thinking I know better. But you need to be clear-headed to make such a decision. Not swept away by lust.”

She blinked at him as if coming out of a haze. She opened her mouth and he feared she was going to beg him again and it would be their undoing. But whatever she was about to say was interrupted by a sharp knock at the door.

They broke apart and he had her sitting up with her skirts properly at her ankles in a second’s time. Her hair, was not any messier than it had been all day.

Only her dazed expression and kiss-swollen lips gave away what they’d been doing and he could do nothing to fix either.

“Yes?” he said with a voice that was much too harsh.

Finch opened the door and peeked just inside.

“Your mother has arrived, my lord.”

“Ah. Thank you, Finch.” And thank God almighty for such an interruption. “Take her to my study, I will be there momentarily.”

When his butler withdrew from the doorway, Reese took yet another step back from Harlow.

“I will go greet my mother and bring her to you in the drawing room for introductions.”

“But I am a mess,” she said looking down at her body.

“You may feel as such, as if everything has changed, but I assure you, you look the same. Well, nearly.” He brushed a finger over her bottom lip. “You are somehow more beautiful than you were.”

She blinked and shook her head. “I’ve no need for your flirting. Go see your mother as I shake away the cobwebs from my brain.”

He chuckled and with a nod, he quit the room as quickly as he was able without running.

His mother had come not a minute too soon.