Page 14 of The Duke's Christmas Scandal
“I propose we take no risks tonight.”
Ian swallowed. He hadn’t expected a beautiful woman to warm his bed—literally—this evening. He therefore had no right to disappointment.
Her hand moved down. “No permanent entanglements.” A surge of lust made his cock twitch. She kissed him and carefully palmed him. Exploratory. Gentle. “Apart from that limitation, I propose we enjoy our stolen holiday together.”
Ian took her hand and pressed it firmly to his cock. “I accept your proposal, Mrs. Dawson.”
She laughed, rolling her eyes.
“I’ll never live down the way I phrased that, will I?”
“The joke will be forgotten by Christmas.”
There was a flash of sadness in her beautiful eyes, replaced with anticipation when he leaned forward, pressing her into the bedclothes, and kissed her deeply. She opened eagerly to the sweep of his tongue. Ian settled himself between her glorious thighs and exhaled against her temple.
Her chemise was still too much of a barrier between their skin. For the moment, he contented himself with squeezing the globe of her breast. Tavi arched into his touch with a soft moan.
That sound unraveled him. Inhibitions melted like ice tossed on fire—with a hiss, as he tilted his hips to bring his cock into closer contact with her center. He tugged the hem of her shift higher. They both went still when his palm landed on her bare skin.
Tavi twined her arms around his neck. The heat between their bodies was enough to make the cold air on his back a thrill. She nodded once.
“We’ll stop before this goes too far.” A promise Ian wasn’t sure he could keep if Tavi changed her mind again. She’d let down her guard gradually throughout the evening. Watching her thaw had been a pleasure in its own right.
He found her breast and squeezed again, drinking in her moan. Tavi required little encouragement to abandon her shift entirely, raising her arms and letting him peel it over her head. When it was where it belonged—on the floor—he set about feasting on her, sucking the nipple deep into his mouth while she clutched his hair and made delicious, needy sounds.
When he’d had enough of one side, he switched to the other, giving it the same treatment. Ian felt his good intentions crumbling with each wriggle and scrape of her nails across his nape.
He explored the dip of her waist and the slight rise of her belly, with its perfect indentation of a navel decorated with a few scattered freckles. Her perfection could not be adequately explored without the application of his tongue. Tavi squirmed.
“Hold still,” he ordered, and she tried. She honestly did. He could tell from the way her lower lip caught between her teeth and the dark pools of her eyes when he slid his hand to the cleft at her center.
“Is this too far, Tavi?”
Her autumn-hued hair fanned out across the pillow as she shook her head and breathed, “Keep going.”
Ian watched her reaction as he dipped one finger inside her. The bite on her lip deepened. Her delicate chin tipped upward. So did her hips. He slowly pumped in and out, testing her. Finding what she liked best. His cock kicked against the mattress in futile protest at this delay.
Your services won’t be needed this evening,he warned the part of him trying to hijack his self-control.
Bending his head, he pressed his tongue to the soft pink slit and licked. Tavi made a strangled sound.
“Still alright, Mrs. Dawson?”
She huffed. “I’ve never…”
He grinned. “Never had a man lick your quim?”
A glimpse of her face revealed cherry-red cheeks and a flush that went all the way down to her chest.
“You like it when I do this, don’t you?” He demonstrated, then returned to pumping two fingers into her, watching her response. “Wicked girl. You want me to spread you wide and fuck you with my fingers while I lick you into oblivion, don’t you?”
She barely managed a nod. Her knees fell wider as she scooched toward him in a wordless plea.
“So responsive. Such a good lady, aren’t you?” He gave her a light lick, just a tease. She grabbed his hair and gently tried to hold him in place while raising her hips, but that made him lose the rhythm with his fingers. Ian adjusted and said, “Hold still, Tavi. I’ll give you everything you need if you tell me what you want.”
“Your mouth,” she said instantly. Ian’s lazy gaze skimmed down her body, trailing scorch marks along her abdomen.
“Where do you want it?”
