His brows rose. “I should love to see that. But was it as good? Did you not crave my descriptions of what I wanted to do to you? Desire the damp softness of lips against yours…either of yours? Did you not long to lie back and watch, enjoying with no need to work for it?”
Oh my. She was already wet. And panting audibly. She snapped her mouth closed and gulped a swallow.
Evan stepped into her space, raising his hand to cup her face. His thumb skimmed back and forth across her lower lip. He leaned in, whispering, “Remember, sweet. Your body does not lie.”
A finger flicked across the hard point of her breast. “Unh.”
Taking that bud between forefinger and thumb, he squeezed, holding her whole being still with that two-fingered touch.
“Do you need a reminder of how much better it is with two?” His lips slanted over hers, his knee sliding between hers.
She did not, but she did crave that level of pleasure she could not achieve alone, and she’d spent enough time wondering. Before she could rein herself in, her curiosity won out. Bracing her hips on a table behind her, she slid one hand between them, palm out, to cup the bulge in his breeches.
Oh my.
He moaned and took a half step back to toss her up on the table then stepped away to lock the door.
Oops. She’d issued an inadvertent invitation. She tried to scramble upright on the table to slide off, but he was back, the lion stalking its prey. Succumbing to her desire for another lesson in bliss, she sighed as she surveyed his tall form. At least he’d locked the door. And she wanted to see that part of him she’d only just gotten a hand on.
Her nipple still pulsed from his gentle pinch, and she craved his lips back on hers.
Before she could reach for him, he leaned over her to scoop her breasts out as he had at his estate. He paid homage to them in turn with his lips, tongue, teeth, and fingers.
She changed her mind. She did not need a kiss if he wanted to put his mouth to such good use. Her back arched to thrust her breasts into his face, his hands. She melted onto the table as her blood sang in her veins and wetness gathered between her legs. But darn, she’d wanted to touch that bulge again and she could not reach. Papers rustled under her as she writhed in pleasure and determination. She slid her leg between his, shifting to make him ride her knee, desperate to feel the cock she’d been so curious about.
“Althea. Godsakes, give me a minute or I shall lose control, you gorgeous girl. You drive me to distraction.”
“No. No minutes. You’ve had a fortnight. Please. The girls…the shop…” She could not even form sentences, but she needed that bulge revealed and put to good use. Never before had sex felt essential, like air to breathe or water to drink.
“You are not ready for what I want.”
“Yes. Please. Your—” She swallowed hard. “—your cock.”
There, she could talk dirty, too.
His eyes widened. “Damn me, you’re a quick study. But no, not like this, fast and furtive. Never fear, though, you shall have pleasure.”
He dragged her skirts up.
Her exposed breasts blocked her view of what she wanted to see. The air against them felt decadent and erotic, and she loved it. Her desire ratcheted even higher.
Struggling up to her elbows, she found coherence and a pout. “At least let me see it.”
“Damn—” One hand dropped her skirt to grip himself.
“Please?” She’d beg if she must. Heaven knew, the pleasure she’d experienced at his hands was worth begging. She could only imagine what he could accomplish with his cock. And she could admit—silently—to an intense curiosity to see a cock clearly for the first time. A dark marriage bed and peepholes did not count.
“All in due time. You first.”
He pushed her back to lie flat. A moment later, her skirts were bunched above her hips, and his gaze was centered between them. Watching him, she could almost feel the touch of his gaze whisper across sensitive flesh, raising goosebumps of awareness. Bathing in his regard like a warm bath, she arched. If only she could return the favor.
Then she felt wetness trickle out of her. Abruptly self-conscious, she tried to close her legs in embarrassment, but his hips were in the way. His fingers tweaked a nipple again, his gaze still on her bare flesh between her legs that ached for his hand, his lips, his cock.
He licked his lips. “My word, you smell and look delicious. I must have a taste.”
His fingers left her nipple, and he lowered, his hands shoving her thighs wide and dragging her closer to the edge of the table. He draped her legs over his shoulders.
His magical lips caressed her most sensitive flesh. She bowed upward. “Yes. Yes. Please, Evan. More.”
