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He’d known she would be a quick study. Known without a shadow of a doubt that she’d be responsive and passionate, once her sensuality was awakened.
Although he could have licked and sucked her breasts all evening, there were other erogenous areas that required his attention.
He lifted his head, and she made a soft, moaning noise of disappointment that nearly demolished his control.
He dropped to his knees in front of her. She immediately snapped her knees closed.
Sable lashes shaded her cheeks. He couldn’t read the emotion in her eyes, but he imagined it was half trepidation and half curiosity.
He reminded himself that she was innocent, despite her bold garments.
He placed his hands on her silk-covered knees. “Do you have dimples in other places, I wonder?” he teased. “Perhaps here?” He stroked the backs of her knees, and she squirmed.
“Ticklish?”
“Stop.” She laughed. “I’m terribly ticklish, my lord. Fred used to torture me so when we were children.”
“Nick,” he growled, losing another inch of control. “From now on, you call me Nick.”
He needed to taste her now, and his lips were on the perfect level.
He flipped the hem of her shift over her hips and she gasped, squirming in his hands.
He held her firmly above him; he wasn’t letting her escape. He blew on the silky, soft curls between her thighs, and her breath caught on a surprised squeak.
“Wh-what are you doing, my lord—I mean, Nick?”
“Spread your legs,” he ordered. “I never eat sweets, but tonight you’re my dessert.”
“I—I...” she stuttered. “I don’t know if I can. It’s awfully embarrassing. I surmise that you are about to... attempt a form of congress, with your mouth, but I must say that when I imagined our coupling, I hardly guessed this—”
“Do not surmise, guess, extrapolate or translate,” he said sternly. “Don’t even think. Just obey. Spread your legs, Dimples. Now.”
She parted her thighs one inch. Then two. He slipped in the middle, finding his treat, holding her by the bum as he delved into her salty-sweetness with his tongue and one of his fingers.
Control yourself. Nice and slow.
Nice and easy.
Prolong the pleasure.
“Don’t be ashamed,” he whispered, against her thigh. “Your body is beautiful. You are exquisite.”
She was still tense, still not allowing herself to enjoy his caress.
Her stomach muscles clenched. “I feel so exposed.”
“You are exposed.” He parted the lips of her sex, reveling in the curves and spirals of her. “I can see you, the heart of you, and goddamn, Dimples, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Nick! You can’t say that to a lady.”
He didn’t apologize. There was something about the contrast between her innocence and her questing mind that shattered his control.
He followed words with his lips and tongue, worshipping her, working her. Bringing her closer. Her knees trembled on either side of his head. She was straining toward climax but holding back.
“This is made for pleasure.” He touched her sex with his tongue. “Your whole body is made for pleasure. Let yourself go. Don’t fight it, breathe deeply and jump. Like it’s a river, a rushing, swollen river after a rain, and you’ll be swept away.”
God, he loved women. Their softness and their sighs.
