Page 53 of Her Royal Houseguest

His gaze dropped to her breasts, the fabric lowered but caught on the thrusting points of her nipples. She watched him swallow as his hand slowly traced her flushed skin, fire trailing in his wake.

He pressed the dress down. The cloth pulled at her breasts, then folded over her nipples with a harsh tug that added to the pleasure. As the cool air hit her skin she took a deep breath, feeling the scandalous freedom of what they were doing.

She didn’t care. Or more accurately, she more than cared. She loved having both breasts free and him looking at her like she was everything he wanted.

‘I will have this,’ she said firmly. Then she touched his face. ‘Please.’

She saw the moment he decided. His gaze was soft on her face but his shoulders abruptly squared.

‘Sit down,’ he whispered, pressing her gently back against the settee. She sat where he set her, leaning back against the furniture but he didn’t follow. He turned and quickly locked the door before returning to her. ‘You will be quiet,’ he instructed her as he handed her a pillow. ‘Even if it means you must press your mouth here.’

She nodded, taking the pillow while excitement coiled in her belly.

‘Once begun,’ he said, ‘it is very hard to stop.’

‘I won’t—’

‘You will stop me. If you hurt, if you are afraid. If—’

‘I won’t,’ she said firmly. Once committed, for good or for ill, Anna never stopped. Not until her interest waned. She doubted that would happen here.

He grinned. ‘So pink,’ he said as he cupped her with both hands. Then he pinched both nipples at once. ‘The coral point here.’

She didn’t know what to say. Her mind had flown. Her entire focus was on what he did and how he did it. Then even that was lost as feelings surged through her.

He arched a brow at her. ‘I will sit before you,’ he said. ‘You must keep your head lower than mine.’

‘What?’

‘You cannot be above me,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Remember?’

She frowned. ‘But—’

He abruptly grabbed her knees and jerked her forwards. Her posture was lost as she fell back against the cushions and then rolled partially down. Her hands gripped his arms to steady herself and he leaned down towards her.

‘Not enough,’ he said.

‘What?’

He moved her around and set her sideways on the settee. She looked up at him as he gazed down at her.

‘Stay there,’ he said.

She hadn’t the wherewithal to move.

His hands slid down her right leg, rolling over the fabric of her dress until he reached her ankle. She still wore her ankle boots from walking, so she could not appreciate the feel of his hand on her lower leg. At least not until he slipped beneath her dress, cupped her calf and drew her leg up.

Cold air hit her overheated thighs. Delightful, yes, but so exposed.

‘Your hands should not be idle,’ he said, his voice so quiet, she had to strain to hear him over the pounding blood in her ears.

‘Where should—’

‘Use your hands. Make your breasts into a point.’

‘A what?’

He showed her. He took her hands and set them onto her breasts. He used his fingers to guide hers as they narrowed, pushing her nipples high.