Page 71 of The Lady’s Sweet Revenge

He had used his fingers to bring her to climax; she looked at her bare hand and thought surely she could do the same for him.

She reached for the buttons of his breeches and he took her hands into his.

“What are you doing?”

“If I were to touch you… there.” She nodded to his engorged member. “Would it not feel as good as your touch felt for me?”

“It would feel wonderful, but we are in the garden and you are a lady.”

She cocked her head and laughed.

“You just touched me intimately and sated my overheated body in the garden. Why would I not be able to do the same to you? Our crimes are not negated by only completing half the infraction, my lord.”

She gave him what she hoped was a saucy grin and reached for his breeches again. This time he didn’t stop her while she struggled with the blasted buttons that eventually gave way so she could put her hand inside to grasp him.

“Dear God, Harlow,” he said as he squeezed his eyes closed. She knew she had done the right thing as she stroked him, mimicking the movements they had engaged in the night before.

Reese’s breathing picked up and he held tight to her until he groaned and stilled. She felt hot liquid spill through her fingers. The same as she’d felt on her stomach the night before.

She pulled her hand free looking down at the mess and wondered what she was to do now. But after a few deep breaths, the earl reached into his jacket and pulled out a handkerchief. He cleaned her hand while looking at her instead.

“Thank you,” he said.

She smiled, feeling quite powerful in having been able to bring him release on her own.

“You are quite welcome. Now that we have seen to that, should we find out who stole the art from the rook’s tower?” she said mentioning the book they had yet to finish. He’d brought it out with them.

He grinned and handed over the book so she might start reading first.