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Jo raised her brow. “And how do you propose we pass the time?”
He lowered his head to hers, slowly, torturously. “I propose we misbehave,” he said hoarsely and kissed her on the lips.
Jo didn’t even try to resist. Her entire body sang when he was close to her. And the moment he pressed his lips against hers, her knees gave out and her body went pliant in anticipation of receiving pleasure.
Yes. This viscount knew how to dole out pleasure. He was doing it now with his wicked tongue that danced against hers and searched the corners of her mouth. He was doing it now with his wicked hands that roamed her body, making every fiber of her being come to life. And he was doing it now with his hard body that rubbed against her, awakening the sensations that were in deep slumber before she’d met him.
Oh, the sweet oblivion of passion. How much she’d missed it.
That night in the music room, he’d awakened the part of her long forgotten and now he kept awakening more and more of her pleasure centers.
She moaned and ran her hands up his hard, hot chest. She weaved her arms around his neck, anchoring herself to him. Richard wound his arm around her waist and pulled her hard against him. His other hand lifted her skirts, baring her legs to the cool summer breeze.
Jo immediately wrapped her leg around his hips, and he let out a growl. His chest vibrated with the sound, reverberating against Jo’s body. He pressed her firmer against the tree, his hips grinding against her center.
Jo moaned and pressed herself even closer to him as the hot liquid seeped from between her legs. God, she needed him there. She needed him touching her there.
“Richard!” she cried in frustration.
He smiled wolfishly, then bit her lip. “Tell me what you want,” he growled, his dark blue eyes like the sea during the storm.
Jo lost all ability to communicate. All she could do was whimper in answer.
Richard’s hand slid under her petticoats and moved up until he grabbed her buttocks. “What do you want?” he repeated gravely.
“You,” Jo said simply.
The next moment, Richard’s mouth descended on hers, and he ravaged her like a wild, hungry beast. The world around them had disappeared and it was only them—their breath mingling together as their tongues danced against each other, their bodies melding in a sensual act.
Jo was violently pulled out of her passionate haze by the sound of loud barking. She tore her mouth away from Richard’s and he cursed.
They both breathed loudly, their lips just inches away. Richard’s hooded eyes still watched her lips with an intense desire. The barking intensified, and Richard cursed again.
He let go of Jo just as Button appeared from behind the trees. His tongue was hanging from his mouth, his ears flapping in the wind. Jo tried to put her appearance to rights as Button ran up to her and continued prancing around them as if performing a ritual dance.
“That blasted dog needs to be taught some serious manners,” Richard spat angrily.
“Easy, Button, dear,” Jo said as she tried to calm the beast. Then she raised a brow at Richard. “Why won’t you teach him then?”
“You wouldn’t like my method,” he bit out and proceeded to adjust his clothing.
She narrowed her eyes on him and opened her mouth to retort, but at that moment, Millie appeared a few feet away. “Button, come!” she cried, running toward her dog. Her father followed closely behind.
Lord Vane looked from Jo to Richard, then raised his brow. “I do hope we did not interrupt.”
Heat crawled up Jo’s neck and up to her cheeks. “Not at all, my lord. We were just…”
“Studying nature,” Richard grumbled.
“Right.” Lord Vane didn’t believe it one bit.
Millie tugged on Jo’s hand. “Come! Button wants you to play with us.”
“Of course.” Jo smiled down at the child, then threw a glance toward the viscount before following Millicent and her beast.
