“Oh, yes.” She flexed her thighs. “Do that again.”
He raked the tip of his tongue through her curls, just enough to brush the sensitive skin from her entrance to her clitoris.
She clasped his head in her hands. “Cordon!”
He spread her nether lips apart and swirled his tongue in a particular pattern that had her moaning and thrashing. It went on for so long, her legs became numb, but the pressure still built until she came apart. The branches dug into her back as she collapsed into them, panting and lightheaded. Her inner thigh hurt like she’d been scratched, too. She reached beneath her skirt to probe the affected area, only to have Cordon grab her fingers and kiss them. A moment later, the pain was gone, and Cordon was gently restoring her skirt and plucking leaves from her dress.
If he thought they were done, he was sorely mistaken. She undid the front of his jacket. This, at least, was easy, as she had learned from the opera and had fashioned his costume with large buttons.
“What are you doing?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.
“You’ll see,” Kitty said. When she was through his jacket and shirtwaist, she touched his unusually cold bare stomach, then slid her fingers down until she found the band of his trousers. She unbuttoned the fall, then clasped the heavy weight of his erection in her hand.
He threw his head back. “Ah!”
“Do you like that?” she asked. She squeezed gently.
He flexed his hips. “Oh, yes.”
She brought her mouth back to his and thoroughly kissed him, while caressing every inch of skin she could reach, except his throbbing cock.
“Kitty, please,” he said. “Touch me.”
“Where?” she asked. She pumped his shaft. “Here?” She dipped her hand beneath his bollocks. “Or here?”
His cock throbbed.
“Hereit is,” she said. She used one hand to caress his shaft while gently massaging his bollocks. Then she trailed open-mouthed kisses down his neck until she reached his nipples. She rasped first one, then the other.
“What do you want me to do now?” she whispered. “Should I touch you here?” She leaned down and touched her lips to the head of his cock. Like the rest of him, it was as cold as ice.
He gasped. “Kitty!”
She circled the tip of her tongue on his member while sliding her hands up and down his length. It was an awkward pose, but the sounds coming from him urged her on. She worked him until her hands and jaw ached, but the faint throbbing of his cock warned her not to stop. She continued at an even pace until he moaned and came inside her mouth. Even then, she did not stop, but slowed, coaxing every cry from his lips until he wrapped her arms around her shoulders and heaved a heavy sigh.
Chapter Fourteen
Cordon’s legs werewobbly, and there were dry leaves stuck in his jacket. It took a moment to pluck them all free—not that anyone would notice, or care. At this event, evidence of being properly tupped was a badge of honor.
“That’s three items complete,” Cordon said. “Attend a scandalous masquerade, observe a couple engaging in amorous congress in a hedge maze, and watch two ladies pleasure each other.”
“What else is on that list of yours?” Kitty asked.
He chuckled. “Greedy, are you?”
She grinned. “As greedy for money as you are for excitement.”
Well, that was true. He mentally ran through his list. There were still seventeen experiences he wished to have before his death. What Kitty had done with her mouth hadn’t been part of his plans for the night but had come as a welcome surprise.
Then he recalled an item on his list that was easy enough to complete and would be less dangerous at this venue than any other. “There is one more: steal a pair of lady’s bloomers.”
Kitty laughed. “How did you come up with that?”
He couldn’t actually remember. He had compiled most of his list during the days after he’d abandoned his search and returned to London. Those nights had been black with despair,so much so that only Seraphina’s intervention had prevented him from walking into the sun and ending his suffering.
“It is the perfect chance,” he said, pulling her out of the maze and toward the house. “We are disguised, and everyone in the party is out here. All we must do is find a bedchamber, rifle through a wardrobe, and we’ll be done.”
She groaned. “Why did I ever agree to this?” But she didn’t resist as they scurried toward the towering stone structure. Thankfully, their costumes were light enough that they moved without attracting attention. Or, at least, that was what he assumed, when no one looked their way or whispered as they passed. But when they entered the house through the doors to the conservatory, he realized there was another reason.
