“Yes.” She threaded her fingers in his hair. “More!”
A second finger joined the first. The tension built, and he crawled up to capture her lips, tangling his tongue with hers while driving his fingers in and out of her sheath. She tasted her own essence on him.
Pleasure exploded and rippled out from her center, filling her with warmth and a heavy sense of contentment.
*
Leo ran hispalm up Saffron’s thigh until the small shudders of her climax stilled. She was so much more than he’d expected, full of raw sensuality that he longed to push to its limits. How far could he lead her in pursuit of pleasure without crushing the fragile trust between them that he had nurtured?
He kissed her once more, then withdrew from her skirts and smoothed them down. She deserved better than a quick tumble in the sheets. When he at last had her beneath him, it would be for hours, not a few scavenged moments.
His cock throbbed with a familiar ache as he watched the rapid rise and fall of her bosom. Then her eyes flickered open, and he saw a wildness there.
“What about you?” she asked, reaching for the fall of his trousers. He knew he should stop her, step away and excuse himself, but her flushed cheeks and innocent curiosity made him hesitate, and by then, it was too late. She flicked open the fall of his trousers and his erection sprang free.
“You don’t have to—” he started, but the rest of the words turned into a moan as she wrapped her fingers around him.
“It’s so big,” she whispered as she explored his shaft. “Will it really fit?”
He had to swallow before he could speak. “It will.”
She met his gaze, then gave another wicked smile. “I saw a woman place her mouth on this part of a man’s body once. The man seemed to enjoy it.” She tilted her head to the side and fluttered her eyelashes. “May I try?”
Was she asking what he thought she was asking? Where had she seen such a thing? He had to clench his buttocks, lest he spill his seed over her gown like an untried youth. “It’s a sensitive organ. You can try if you are careful.”
She nodded, then leaned forward, clasped her lips around him, and sucked.
His vision went dark at the edges, and he momentarily forgot how to breathe. His knees wobbled, but he recovered his wits before he collapsed on her and completely embarrassed himself.
Where the devil did she learn that?
It was difficult to form thoughts with Saffron’s lips and tongue dancing over his throbbing erection, but he was able to claw back some semblance of control by squeezing the muscles of his pelvis.
Unfortunately, he underestimated how determined she was, and soon enough, he had to gently take her head and pull it away. Her lips came free with an audiblepop, and not a moment later, he climaxed, spurting his seed onto the floor, and marring the hem of her dress. As he stood there panting, holding his cock in his hand, Saffron used a corner of the bedsheet to wipe the drops of liquid away.
Then someone knocked at the door, and panic shot through him.
“Sister, are you in there?” Angelica called in a singsong tone. “Aunt Rosemary wants you to come down to the parlor.”
Leo pressed one last kiss to her lips before gathering his clothing and disappearing out the door hidden behind the wardrobe.
Chapter Fifteen
Saffron rubbed hereyes with her gloved fists as she followed her sister into the shop. After the previous day’s excitement, it had taken her hours to fall asleep, as her mind replayed every touch of Leo’s hands and lips. She’d been so embarrassed that she hadn’t gone down for dinner but had requested a plate be brought to her room. As a result, she had awoken lightheaded with hunger and had snapped at Lily when she’d arrived at their room with news that a carriage was waiting to take them shopping.
There was a bounce in Angelica’s step as she approached the two raised, circular platforms set up in the corner, surrounded by tall mirrors. A group of young seamstresses scurried around the room, carrying heavy bolts of fabric, flat tape around their necks, pins in their mouths. The curtains were drawn, so the only light came from gaslights or the sunlight filtering in through the windows behind them.
The room seemed to spin for a moment, and Saffron took a seat on a plush chaise.
She had lost her senses. That was the only excuse for engaging in such wanton behavior with a man who had no desire to marry her. At least she could not be with child. Her romance novels had taught her that much. She would be safe from pregnancy as long as she exercised vigorously the morning after their engagements.
“Your sister is quite excited,” Rosemary said, as she sat beside Saffron.
Angelica seemed in awe over the silks and satins in a dizzying array of colors, from lovely, maroon cambric to voluminous, jade silk. Saffron couldn’t remember the last time they had been surrounded by such luxury. It was a marvel to see dresses that had never been taken in or let out, that didn’t need to be modified to hide a stain or tear. The luxury of a modiste had been nothing special to them before Basil’s disappearance. Her sister’s transparent happiness wriggled into her heart like a sliver. Angelica deserved riches, jewels—anything she wanted.
We will have all of this again once I find Basil and restore our family fortune.
But Leo had been right when he’d insisted that she accept his support. The past day had proved that the guests treated her differently when she blended in. Her dowdy gowns were useful for infiltrating the servants, but they would not help her question Mrs. Morgan in the middle of a game of whist.
