Page 30 of Rogue Lyon

She’d done that to herself in the past, but to have a man do it…Jules, the most attractive man in all of London…had her pulsing beneath his touch.

“You are divine,” he murmured as he looked down at her gown bunched at her belly, his wide forearm disappearing beneath it. “And I want to give you a womanly release.”

She bit on her lip and curled her toes. Never had she given it a name, that explosion of ecstasy, but now that she knew it was womanly release, she wanted it badly, so badly, and she wanted Jules to give it to her.

His caresses were swift and accurate, stimulating her just the way she liked. “Oh… Oh…” She grabbed the sheet and curled her fingers into it. “Jules…I…”

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” Excitement laced his tone and his pupils were wide. “Give it to me. I want to see you release with my name on your lips.”

“Jules…oh…Jules.” She canted her hips, taking everything he was giving her. “Oh…please don’t stop.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

She held her breath and clasped his ear, tugging. “I’m… Yes, just there.” The desperation in her voice was a scandal in and of itself. But she didn’t care. She was too far gone. If she didn’t release the pressure in her cunny, she’d burst into flames.

And then it took hold of her. He stayed with her. Bliss shot around her body and she bucked and cried out and yanked his ear a little harder. “Jules…oh… You… I…”

“You are beautiful.” His mouth caught hers and she kissed him back hungrily as shivers of pleasure seemed to tug at every muscle in her body.

Every inch of her was alive with sensation and she reveled in it for a few moments more before sucking in a big breath that then trembled out.

He smiled down at her, and with a slightly-damp finger, pushed a lock of hair from her brow.

“We… We shouldn’t have done that,” she said, still breathless.

“Says who?” He raised his eyebrows.

“God, the ton, my mother, Mrs. Dove-Lyon. Do you want me to go on?”

He chuckled. “We are a grown man and woman. What we do in private is up to us.”

“You could persuade an angel to sin, Jules Habsburg.”

“I think I just did.” He lifted from the bed and stood, pulling her up to sitting.

Meredith found herself face to face with a large wedge of flesh behind his pants. “Oh…” The outline of his cock was clear to see.

“Meredith… I… It was impossible not to become hard when touching you.” He frowned and ran his hand through his hair before patting it back into place.

“No.” She looked up at him. “Don’t apologize.” And then with a boldness she hadn’t known she’d possessed, she cupped him over the material of his pants and absorbed the heat and density of his manhood.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” he muttered as he slid his hand around her nape. “Your hand on me. I…”

“You like it?”

“Yes.” He nodded earnestly. “A lot.”

A sense of power came over her. Here was this big, handsome man craving her touch. Looking as though he couldn’t live without it. Well…she could give him just what he wanted.

Slowly, she unbuttoned the flap on his breeches and let it hang down.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a low, gruff murmur.

“I want to touch you the way you touched me.”

“You really are a little minx, Meredith.”

“Are you complaining?” What on earth had come over her? It was like she were a different person…or perhaps this was the person she’d always been and she had just been waiting to meet Jules—a man she was supposed to be keeping at arm’s length, not letting him slide his fingers between her legs.