Page 8 of A Touch Wicked
“No.” He reached for her, placing his hand at her nape to draw her back. “I liked it.”
She relaxed and kissed the spot on his throat beside her teeth marks. “Really?” she sounded relieved.
When her tongue darted out to touch his skin, he tightened his hold, his free hand sliding down to squeeze her arse. “God, yes. More, please.”
“You’re still wearing too many clothes.” She looked up at him with an eyebrow raised and a sly smile playing on her lips. “Unless you’d like to keep them on? We can be as creative as you’d like.”
Jesus. He’d have to remember that for another time.
Another time?
James shook his head to clear the thought. When he started unbuttoning his waistcoat, she moved in to help him. “Let me.”
The speed at which she undid buttons and removed clothes was impressive — better than his valet. Did she have many lovers, then?
“Are you here often?” James couldn’t help but ask. He couldn't explain why the thought unnerved him.
Then his own cold, rational mind interrupted:You came here for this. Why does it matter if she’s had one lover or fifty?
She had his shirt off and on the floor, then flashed another smile, wider this time. There was a dimple in her cheek that he adored instantly. “This is my first night,” she said. “Why?”
Her hands had moved to the button of his trousers and he cleared his throat. “You’re very . . . adept at removing clothes.”
And you know exactly what you want.
“One of several talents,” she said — damn dimple flashing again — before she slid down his trousers and freed his cock.
The sight of her naked and on her knees was the most arousing thing James had ever seen in his entire bloody life.
He wanted to voice a command, tell her his every desire in the most vulgar terms.Put my cock in your mouth, he almost said.I want to watch you suck me.
But he didn't; he was certain this woman could read every thought. She stared up at him with eyes half-lidded with desire, and a jolt of heat went through him. Men would have risked death for such a look.
Then she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.
James’s head fell back. “Yes,” he breathed, tangling his fingers in her hair. “Suck me.”
She began to move, taking him to the base and then retreating. She used her hand, her tongue, the smallest scrape of her teeth. She tickled and teased and made him shiver.
All for one very clear intention: to drive James over the edge.
And she was succeeding.
“Like that.” His words came out in a single gasp, barely coherent. “Just. Like. That.”
James swore he felt her smile again, but when he looked down at her, her gaze collided with his. The air crackled between them, hot and thick. He watched the slow, teasing way she slid her lips across the tip of him, sucking gently as her hand worked him. And he wanted her.
“Stop,” James whispered, drawing her up until her entire body pressed against his. Warm and soft and pliable. “I need to have more of you.”
She seemed amused by that. “Need? Is that right?”
“Need,” James confirmed. “To fuck you. Will you let me?”
He was aware that he could have worded that more delicately. His past lovers preferred the phrasemake love, because it implied something more intimate thanfucking. But somehow he sensed this woman appreciated honesty, and that his frank words only aroused her more. She shivered against him. James bet that if he were to touch her quim again, he would find her even wetter.
“Let you,” she murmured, laughing softly. A beautiful sound. God, he wanted to hear that again. “So polite. So formal.”
Then she put her hands against his chest and pushed him down on the bed, until he was on his back. James watched as she settled on top of him, thighs on either side of his hips. His cock was flat against the wet heat of her and he bit back a groan.
