“It’s the only way to know for sure,” he agreed.
“Very true.”Her eyes finally left his lips and started to scan the room.“Where?”
“I should think the desk or the settee would be comfortable for you.”
“The desk?”She echoed on a sharp cry.
“Settee it is,” he said, leading her to the agreed upon location.
With a small tug on her skirts, she asked, “Should I…?”
“Do as much or as little as you wish.I’ll do the rest.And if you want me to stop, just say so.”
Already his cock was hard in his breeches as he sank to his knees.His heart thudded annoyingly loudly in his chest as a newfound sense of awe permeated his skin.He had been given permission to touch her.An invitation, in fact.
Her fingers curled around the fabric and started to pull up, exposing delicate ankles.His mouth salivated in reply, hungry for her.Desperate to taste her, yes, but more eager to please her.
He let his hand encircle her ankle, and at her gasp, he reminded her, “You can tell me to stop at any moment.”
“Yes, I know.”Her eyes looked heavy as she swallowed hard, but her determined fingers were still lifting her skirts.
Seeing her bare skin, he trembled.Then, without any more warning, he ducked his head between her legs and dragged his nose up her inner thigh.Slowly.Further.Until he could fully inhale her unique musky scent.
Her legs shook as he said, “God, you smell good, Pru.”
Then he gave a soft kiss to one leg and then the other.
When he brought his tongue to the same spot and started dragging it closer to the juncture of her thighs, he heard her soft whimpers.“Don’t stop.Don’t stop, Soren.”
And it was like she had poured oil onto the fire burning within him.
He nuzzled closer, inhaling first, then licking a long lush stroke between her folds.Her thighs contracted around his head and he was sure he could hear her murmuring a vague apology.He slid his hands up her soft, creamy thighs and squeezed gently.
His tongue found her bud and lapped at her wetness.Not one to moan, he almost jumped out of his skin at the depth and length of the growl-like moan that erupted from him.And he could feel from her posture that she had leaned back and widened her legs, granting him more access.
This woman was more than he could have ever imagined a woman to be.Hungry to explore.To be explored.Yet she was humble and kind.Not aggressive or trying to play coy.Simply open to him.Tension mounted in his body.
Hearing her huffed breaths, chanting his name, urged him on.When he suckled on her budding flower, she cried out.
And fuck…if he didn’t spill in his breeches like a greenhorn.
Yet, hearing her pleasure, feeling her body’s release…he’d never felt more a man.
Chapter 15
Pru
“Hurryup,”Pruhissedas she ushered Soren up into her hackney.
“No one’s going to see us.”His cavalier tone only increased her agitation.“It’s a deserted road—”
The sound of a carriage interrupted him and he dove onto the seat.Head first.Into her lap.
An extreme version of a shudder ran through her as she recalled just what he had done in her lap a few nights ago.
“That was much closer than I expected,” he said, glancing up with a wink.
“This was a terrible idea.”
