Page 66 of The Gentleman Was Right
He pushed himself up until he was on his knees straddling her thighs. “What about now?”
She squirmed and swatted his leg. The folds of her skirt were still trapped under his weight. “Very funny.”
He grinned and peeled off his jacket. She stopped squirming, becoming distracted as he started to unbutton his waistcoat. It was mesmerizing the way her eyes tracked him as he removed it and then his shirt.
She kept watching him until there was nothing left to take off.
For the second night in a row, he was completely naked while she was still fully clothed. Maybe it was the spellbound expression on her face, but he felt both powerful and at her mercy, and it was hotter than it should have been.
He’d gotten so lost in her gaze that he wasn’t ready when she reversed their positions, knocking him onto his back and straddling him like he weighed nothing. She shimmied down his body, dipped her head, and sucked his cock into her mouth.
He almost died.
His thoughts became blurry and indistinct.
Life had not prepared him for the sheer bliss of the warm, wet suction. Her mouth was glorious. Magical, even. She swirled her tongue around the tip, and he made a sound that was more animal than human. He didn’t attempt to thrust because he didn’t need to—he was going to explode if she didn’t stop the delicious torture.
“Violet.” Her name was a gasp.
Her fingers clenched around his hips as she held him in place. He tensed and spilled into her throat. He was still tingling and gasping for breath, trying to regain his wits, when she straightened and, with a bit of maneuvering, removed her dress and chemise.
It was lucky that he’d studied the pictures in the little blue book that had been hidden at Greydon Hall so closely, because he might have been shocked by what she did next if he hadn’t. She shimmied up his body and straddled his face. Her thighs brushed against his cheeks as she sank onto his mouth. He responded in the only way he knew how, by licking into her folds, his tongue exploring until he found the exact spot that made her muscles quiver.
He got drunk on her scent as he tormented and teased her, determined to give her the same bliss that she’d given him. Paying careful attention to her reactions allowed him to incite a feverish need within her. Gasping when he flicked his tongue quickly, she groaned when he sucked gently.
“More,” she mumbled repeatedly.
More of what? Which action would send her over the edge?
It would take time and practice for him to completely master her body, but he was committed to discovering every single way he could make her moan.
Without warning, she clutched the sides of his head and held him still as her whole body clenched. Bliss reflected on her face as her orgasm rolled through her. Unable to resist, he sucked in the scent of her, musky and feminine, as she shifted downward enough to collapse. Her stomach pressed against the side of his face as she sprawled on top of him.
Satisfaction settled in his heart.She was his.
Unable to believe his luck, he turned his head and pressed his smile against the soft skin of her abdomen.
“Am I suffocating you?” she asked, her voice muffled.
“You can suffocate me anytime you want,” he responded, entirely serious.
She laughed and moved, sliding down further until her head rested against his chest. He pulled a blanket over them and started to drift.
He loved her.
He’d never been surer of anything in his life.
“I don’t know if I can stop myself,” she whispered against his skin.
“Stop yourself?” he repeated, struggling to regain enough consciousness to converse.
“From falling for you,” she said, so softly he might have imagined it.
He surfaced enough to whisper, “I hope you can’t.”
ChapterTwenty
The next afternoon, Violet halted on the stairs as she tried to identify the whimpering sound that came from the first floor.
