Page 56 of My Kind of Scoundel
Clasping her hands in front of her body, she did as he asked.
The first touch of the spoon on her lips made her quiver. Her chest rose rapidly, but Theo kept his attention on her mouth.
“Lick the spoon, love.”
The rapid flick of her tongue was almost his undoing. She lapped every drop of sweetness and sighed.
“Given the chance, I’d devour you in much the same way. Are you not aroused, Eleanor?” Hell, he was so hard he was about to split the seam of his trousers.
“What’s next?” said his willing protege.
“Now you must take a whole plum and suck it gently.” He spooned one out and placed it between her lips. “Don’tlet it fall. Don’t eat it yet. Don’t be greedy.” He watched the juice trickle down her chin. “Do you need your servant to mop up the mess?”
She nodded, peeking at him through narrowed lids.
He gripped her hips with both hands and sucked her chin clean. “That plum is too big to eat by yourself,” he whispered. “There’s more than enough for two. Are you good at sharing, Eleanor?”
She nodded, threading her arms around his neck.
He wanted to crush his mouth to hers, but first he needed to get rid of the damn plum. One bite, and he swallowed his half whole.
Eleanor did the same. She licked her lips. “What now?”
“Now I beg for a kiss from?—”
Her mouth was on his, hot and insistent—a kiss like wildfire, untamed and unbridled. Heat infused him, turning his blood molten, every muscle as hard as stone. His heartbeat quickened.
God, he wanted her, here on the table.
Later, in bed. Tomorrow, in the carriage.
Anywhere the next day and the one after that.
But not before he’d plundered her senseless.
He cupped her face in his hands, sliding his tongue between her lips, smiling as she moaned into his mouth. She wanted him just as badly.
A point she proved when their tongues mated with an urgency that defied logic. The strokes were fast and deep. Arousal pumped so hard through his body he could scarcely stand still.
He didn’t want the kiss to end.
He didn’t want the case to end, yet he knew they would find the culprit who’d ruined her stock. Everything wouldchange. He would lose her, lose this beautiful, unexplainable thing that flowed between them. He needed no one but his family, but he was beginning to think he might need her.
“Tell me, Eleanor, are plums an aphrodisiac?” He cupped her neck, brushed his lips over hers, pressed a tender kiss to her temple.
Her breath came quickly. Her eyes were the most vibrant shade of green he had ever seen. “I concede. I have never been so aroused.” Driven by the same urgent need for physical contact, her hand glided over his chest in slow, caressing strokes. “Is that the end of the lesson, Theo?”
How could it be?
There was no end to what he would do with her.
“No, love. It’s only the beginning.”
Chapter Twelve
Eleanor looked at him, this fallen angel, as handsome as a celestial being consumed by earthly desires. “You have made your point. What else is there to learn?”
She wished it would take a lifetime of kissing to prove he was right. Damp between her thighs, her sex ached for his touch. Never had she been so reckless. Never had she experienced the potent power of lust.
