Page 62 of The Art of Sinning
She had some idea. She could feel the hard length of him through his Cavalier breeches and her flimsy shepherdess attire. She should have worn more petticoats.
But then she wouldn’t feel the exquisite excitement of his hand sliding down her belly. And when he cupped her between her legs, she was definitely glad of her dearth of petticoats. “Heavenly day!”
“Yes,” he said hoarsely. “A most heavenly day.”
Somehow she doubted he meant the same thing as she. Because his eyes burned into her while he rubbed her down there, as if he knew what his touch did to her and roused those feelings deliberately.
Well, of course it was deliberate. He might not be quite the scoundrel she’d assumed, but he had experience that he put to good use.Suchgood use. Her blood fairly stampeded through her veins. Every sense was attuned to his clever, wicked fingers plucking and plundering with a deftness that made her moan.
“You like that, don’t you, my pretty wanton?”
She couldn’t deny that she liked it. And if a wanton was a woman who enjoyed being touched and caressed and kissed, then clearly she fit the bill.
Then he slid her skirt up her thighs.
“Jeremy!” she squeaked, and caught his hand.
His breathing warmed her cheek. “I want to look at you.”
“T-there?”
“Yes, there. Just look. For now.”
Why must that send a heady anticipation kicking through her? “All right. But only if you promise never to paint what you see.”
He choked back a laugh. “You give me credit for more talent than I have. I wouldn’t have to use models if I could paint from memory.”
“Oh.”
Apparently he took that for consent because he dropped to his knees and pushed up her skirts to expose her slitted drawers. With a gleaming gaze, he spread the split farther open, then gazed upon her. “What a fetching frame your drawers make for your lovely Garden of Eden.”
She gulped.Thatcant term she knew.
When he lifted her leg to hook over his shoulder, she was mortified. It opened her up to his gaze most shamefully. Could he tell how it made her throb down there? Heat up? Dampen most embarrassingly?
“Have you... seen enough?” she whispered.
“Not quite. I need to get closer.” So he did. But he didn’t just look. He put his mouth on her.There.
Oh, dear, was it intentional?
His tongue licked her, and she gasped. Oh yes. Most definitely intentional. And shocking.
Not to mention thrilling. “Jeremy... ohh... This is... very naughty.”
He chuckled but kept on what he was doing. Which wasamazing.
As if fully aware of how her private parts ached, he stroked and soothed and laved them with his tongue so eloquently that her heart beat in places it never had before. What he was doing felt like... like...
“You taste like sin, my Juno,” he murmured against her.
That was it. It felt like sin. Very good sin.
A wild laugh rumbled up from her throat. She was sinning in a nunnery that was really a bawdy house. And she wanted more, too. More of his devilish caresses. She wanted them harder. Deeper.
Deeper?
Heavens, his tongue had slippedinside her.She might just explode. Or faint. Or both. Could a person faint and explode at the same—
