Page 35 of To Wager with Love

“Come on, Harry. You always loved a puzzle.” He swept a hand down the length of his body. “Figure me out.”

Her brows rose but he could see the flicker of interest in her eyes.

“How…?”

“However you want,” he said, his voice huskier now. “Touch me wherever you want, however you want.”

She swallowed, and he waited, the anticipation killing him. After what seemed an eternity, she shuffled closer and put her hand flat on his chest, over his heart. It thudded beneath her palm, fast and erratic.

“Not dead, then,” she said, the glimmer of a smile at her lips.

“Very much not dead,” he murmured.

Harriet licked her lips and moved her hand to touch his nipple, her fingers brushing the sensitive skin until it was a hard little nub. “I like these,” she said. “They’re so neat.”

Jasper snorted.

“When… when I do what you did to me, with your mouth… does it feel the same?”

“You’ve done it before.”

“Yes, but you never told me how it felt, and I can’t remember….”

He tutted. “You are never to come to bed drunk again,” he muttered. “Why don’t you try it and find out?” At the determined look that flared in her eyes Jasper wondered how much he could endure of her investigation, thinking he might have made an error in judgement. No. She was fascinated, and he’d deny her nothing, even if it killed him.

Harriet bent, looking a little awkward and frowning with concentration as she ran her tongue over his nipple. Jasper’s breath caught, and she looked up, a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes. She did it again, harder this time, circling with her tongue before closing her mouth over him and sucking a little.

Jasper let out a little huff of breath as she repeated the action on the other side.

Harriet sat up.

“It does feel the same,” she said, sounding rather smug.

He closed his eyes and laughed. “Oh, yes, it does.”

When he opened his eyes again, she was looking him over, her gaze travelling to his cock, which glistened at the tip, wet with anticipation. Jasper held his breath as she shifted down the bed and ran an experimental fingertip down the length of him.

His cock leapt beneath her touch and Jasper cursed under his breath.

Harriet snatched her hand away.

“Don’t stop,” he ground out. “Do it again.”

She did and his breathing grew ragged, which was ridiculous, she’d barely touched him, but this was Harriet, and he’d wanted this for so long, for a bloody eternity.

“Can I kiss you here too?” she asked, her tone so matter of fact, Jasper was momentarily stunned into silence.

“Yes,” he croaked, before covering his face with his hands. “Oh, God, yes. Yes, please.”

He couldn’t watch her, afraid he’d spend the moment she touched him with her mouth if he saw her do it. Instead he screwed his eyes shut and held his breath and nearly died with wanting at the first warm flutter of her breath against his belly.

There was nothing for a moment, just the soft susurration of her breathing rushing over him and he was on the brink of pleading for mercy when he felt the flicker of her tongue against his cock. She trailed over the length of him and Jasper groaned, the sound deep and heartfelt. Harriet must have taken it for the sound of approval it most definitely was as she repeated the action and then pressed damp little kisses along the path her tongue had taken. She reached the head and her tongue swept over him again. Then he heard a sound of surprise.

“Salty,” she said, and her fingers caressed the sleek head, smoothing the moisture there over him. “What is this?” she asked, her question not the least bit self-conscious, only curious. “I know conception is caused by the male ejaculation of sperm, but this isn’t the same, or is it?”

Jasper made a choked sound somewhere between amusement and despair. “No, love,” he said, his voice strangled. “N-Not the same. It’s my body telling you that you’re driving me out of my mind, and it wants to be inside you, very badly indeed.” He dared to look up at her and found her nodding, her expression still serious.

“This is physical evidence of desire, then?”