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His golden eyes snapped with outrage, and he keenly assessed the board for several seconds. “It is impossible for you to cheat and win.”
“Another wager?” she demanded cheekily. “Let me show you, my lord.”
And before the marquess could say any more, Pippa rose in her chair, leaned forward, and fitted her mouth perfectly to his. “This strategy of cheating,” she whispered against his lips. “is called ‘Luring the tiger down from the mountain.’”
CHAPTERELEVEN
Pippa might have overplayed her hand. That was the thought that dazedly flitted through her thoughts as a growl of arousal purred against her lips before the marquess dragged her onto his lap, scattering the chess pieces on the floor to ravish her mouth.
Oh, God. Honeyed heat washed over her senses, and she clasped his shoulders as her back pressed into the hard edge of the table. Distantly the clatter of plates reached her ear, but she was too caught up in the dizzying pleasure of being so thoroughly consumed by William.
Hot, urgent desire stirred inside Pippa, scaring her with its visceral intensity. His tongue claimed hers with possessive hunger, and she sighed helplessly into his kiss, the wicked sensation of wanting to crawl inside his skin claiming her. Pippa had never envisioned this would happen with her provocative teasing. She did not even truly understand what had pushed her to be so daring at that moment when she had previously resolved to keep a respectable distance between them. William’s hands coasted down her shoulders, over her ribcage and down to the front of her breeches.
Shocked arousal stuttered inside her chest when he tugged at the string tying her boy’s breeches closed. Without releasing her mouth from his drugging kisses, he eased her slightly off his thigh and wrenched her breeches and drawers down in one move, baring her buttocks to the chilled air in the cabin.
“William,” Pippa cried out, and he caught it in another kiss, barely giving her time to breathe or even think. His fingers delved between her thighs, and she opened her legs as far as the trousers would allow in instinctive want.
His finger slid through her curls which were already alarmingly wet. William tore his mouth from hers, and Pippa stared at him, aware of how flushed and wanton she must appear perched in his lap, her trousers and drawers pulled down to her thighs and his hand and finger cupping her sex.
William stared at her, his expression savagely carnal, his intent to ravish her clearly in his golden eyes. At this moment, Pippa knew she stared at the rogue that mothers warned their daughters about in hushed whispers, even as they hoped he would make one of them his marchioness.
His fingers moved, sliding through her folds ruthlessly rubbing against her clitoris. Pippa almost jackknifed from his lap as the twisting sensation bloomed from right where he touched, up to her belly and breasts. Pressure built in sharp, wicked spikes. Her entire body ached with the want for more, and she distantly realized she trembled in the cage of his arms.
“Look down,” he said, his tone rough with sensuality.
Blushing, she complied, becoming unbearably aroused at the stark contrast between their hardness and softness. The utter licentiousness of watching as he demanded her to watch. His hand looked so large between her legs. Now that she looked at his actions, he gently opened her wider so that she could see his fingers clearly on her sex.
Oh, God.
He had no care for her sensibilities, and Pippa was undecided if she wanted that tender care of her innocence or this raw, provocative pleasure that was almost intimidating. He pushed a finger inside her clenching sex, and a sob of need pulsed from her as his fingers slowly yet deeply stroked her to a fevered pitch.
“I want to be inside you so damn badly,” he said raggedly. “I want to splay you open and taste, Pippa.”
A wild, wanton sensation broke over her body without warning, an aching fullness low in her belly. The feel of him inside her body was strange but also necessary. Pippa tightened her fingers against his shoulders, afraid to be unmoored when she felt as if William consumed her. “Then open me and taste, William.” The words settled between them, heavy and fraught.
“Fucking hell.”
His curse echoed inside her body. But she was not repelled, far from it.
She touched his lips with trembling fingers. “I want to feel you tasting me. I am not afraid…I’ve seen the images in an erotic book before.”
William jerked his hands to her hips, lifting her and walking with powerful strides to the single chair near the kitchen. To her shock he lowered her onto the cushion, and tugged at her trousers and drawers, carefully easing them off, so they did not hurt her foot. Dropping to his knees, he hooked one of her legs over the arm of the chair and then the other leg over the opposite arm, wantonly opening her thighs and sex to his greedy eyes.
Pippa’s entire body blushed with heat to be so splayed before William. He stroked one finger over her knee, lowered his head and tenderly brushed a kiss along her inner thigh. He ran his palm along the length of her leg in a sensuous stroke. If it was a caress meant to soothe and reassure her, it did the opposite, enflaming her senses. Her core throbbed with a deep, sweet ache of anticipation and she trembled, reaching over her head to grip the edge of the chair, sensing she would need to hold on with all her strength.
His head dipped even lower, and he licked along her slit. A hoarse sound of shock and pleasure ripped from Pippa. He did it again, this time with a more forceful glide. Pippa dazedly looked down, the erotic image of William on his knees with his face buried against her sex would forever be etched in her dreams. It was all so improper and wicked!
Wild moans and sobs came from Pippa, echoing in the small cottage as he moved his mouth over her aching flesh, using his tongue to drive her wild with desire.
Truly, in all her wicked musing she had never envisioned the act she saw in those books at the club could be this wickedly pleasurable and decadent. She arched her hips to his ravaging mouth, mindless sensation spearing from her sex to her belly. Somehow he slipped a finger inside her…then another, and she cried out at the burning fullness. He stroked those fingers deep inside and at the same time sucked her clitoris into his mouth.
Pippa’s body locked in acute shock and delightful agony, then a violent shudder of release burst over her senses, a sensation of such piercing pleasure breaking over her in unrelenting waves she cried out. And the wicked, wretched, wonderful man did not stop his ministrations. Within seconds his curling tongue and plunging fingers tossed Pippa into another release, this one even more powerful than the first. She released the edge of the chair to grip the lush strands of his hair, her entire body shaking under the onslaught of such devastating bliss.
His teeth raked over her nub once again.
“William, please!” she gasped as the heat inside her belly swelled once more.Oh, God.
The intensity of everything scared her so much, she sobbed, mortifying tears slipping down her cheeks. William eased her legs down, and took her into his arms, folding her against his chest. He stood with her, walking inside the parlor to sit with her on the chaise.
