Page 41 of Tutoring a Lady into Sin
“Not every way,” Phineas returned as he leaned back against the window frame, creating a little space between them. “You are going to marry my brother. I would say that creates a massive—”
“But I do not wish to marry Percy,” Christianna cried. “I cannot marry someone I do not love. I thought I could marry a man I liked, and eventually, love would bloom between us, but now I see the error in my thinking. I fell in love withyou, Phineas, naturally, easily. It was like taking a deep gulp of air and having all my senses renewed. You and I belong together.”
“Oh, Christianna,” Phineas moaned. “How I wished to hear you say such things, but do you mean them? Have you really thought this all through?”
“I have,” she assured him. “I have considered the possible outcomes—”
“But have you really?” he pressed. “I am the second son. If you choose to be with me, you will not only be insulting my brother, but you will be engaging in a scandal that will not be easily forgotten.”
Christianna stared at Phineas, and her admiration for him grew. “You have always shown such prudence, and I thank you for considering all the angles now, but I must be allowed to choose. I must follow my heart, and it has led me to you…to this room…tonight.”
She walked forward and placed both her hands just to the sides of Phineas’ shoulders. He was already backed against the wall, so she pressed her body flat against his.
Then, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “If you do not love me in return, Phineas or you do not want me right here and now, speak. Ask me to leave. But do not do it because you feel a sense of obligation or because you wonder what others will say tomorrow.” She paused and placed her lips right next to his earlobe. “If you do not love me, tell me to go.”
His whole body tensed underneath hers. She thought, for just a second, that he might press against her, and push her away. But then, he tilted his head to the side and whispered, “You are a quick study in the art of seduction, my lady. I just taught you this manoeuvre last night, and already you are able to employ it quite nicely.”
She snickered softly. “I was wondering if you would notice.”
“I always notice,” he purred. “Everything you say…everything you do, Christianna. You have my undevoted attention and all my love.”
With that declaration, Christianna was no longer concerned that Phineas might try to push her away. She wrapped her arms around his neck just as he dipped his head and kissed her lips. She felt as if she were dreaming.
His lips were so soft on hers. The sparks that had flown between them the night before were still there, but they were less volatile. When Phineas kissed her, she could feel how much he loved her, and that made Christianna’s heart rate accelerate.
She ran her fingertips through the longest strands of his hair, pushing them away from his eyes and tugging on the ends. “My Christianna,” he whispered as he tore his lips away from hers and kissed a smooth trail down the curve of her jawline. As he bent his head lower, she kissed the tips of his ears, the top of his head, anything that she could because she wanted him to feel her passion and desire as well.
Phineas’ mouth worked its way lower, and he placed gentle, wet kisses along her collarbone before using his upper lip to graze the neckline of her nightdress. She tipped her head backwards, trying to give him further access to her body, and he ducked even lower before using his teeth to undo the small ribbon that held her shift in place.
As the nightgown cascaded to the floor, leaving Christianna entirely bared to him except for the stockings she still wore, a shiver raced up her spine.
“Exquisite,” Phineas breathed as he bent at the knees, then scooped her up in his arms. He kissed her gently as he carried her to the bed and laid her on the silky sheets. She traced her hands over the material, feeling it slide beneath her fingers. He dropped to his knees and asked quietly, “Shall I take off your stockings now, my lady?”
She smiled at him, vividly recalling how, just a few nights ago, he had suggested doing such a thing so he could massage her feet, and she had asked him not to. But now, her response was so very different. “Yes…please.”
Phineas placed both hands on her knees and parted them carefully. He slid between her knees and lowered his head. Puckering his lips, he placed a soft kiss on her inner thigh. Christianna startled. “What are you doing? I thought you were just going to remove my stockings.”
“I will,” Phineas promised, “but first….” He kissed her again in the same spot, and a jolt rocked her entire body. Then, his tongue darted out, and he ran it over her entire inner thigh, moving ever closer to her most intimate spot.
“Phineas,” she tipped her head back and giggled, “that tickles.”
“I am glad you like it,” he replied as his hands worked slowly up her legs. Very gently, he peeled off her stockings, and with each new expanse of skin that was revealed, he kissed the spot. When he got to her toes, he shook his head.
“Your poor feet, my darling. They have still not recovered from those abominable shoes.” He kissed the tips of her toes and smooched softly over her arch, which sent another spasm through Christianna’s whole body. “What is it?” he asked when she bucked.
“I like that…very much,” she breathed. “But I cannot decide if it just feels nice because it tickles me or because—”
Phineas bent forward and pressed his lips to hers, effectively stealing both her words and her breath all at once. “Allow me to leave you with no doubts,” he said as his voice became low and husky. He kissed her passionately, using both his lips and tongue to excite her. It was she, this time, who parted her lips and dipped her tongue into his mouth, exploring him in every way possible.
He was still on his knees, and she pulled him nearer, tugging at the loose shirt he was wearing. Phineas pulled his mouth away from hers and stood, but he was not idle. In a flurry of movements, he divested himself of his clothing, and Christianna’s eyes widened in surprise when she saw his manhood.
“I…I…” she gulped nervously. She had done enough reading over the years that she understood the theoretical process of what happened when two people came together like this. But in all her studies, she had not been prepared…not even close.
“Are you ready?” Phineas asked as he leaned forward and helped her slide back further onto the bed.
She nodded and reached for him. “I think so.”
He propped himself on his elbows so he was hovering over her, then bent and kissed her sweetly. “Do not worry, Christianna. I would never do anything you did not want me to do.”
