Page 49 of The Confessions of a Lady
‘As you are so knowledgeable, I’m sure you don’t need me to explain how the cluster of nerves hidden within a woman’s inner petals can be licked, sucked, and nibbled on until the culminating feeling crashes over her like a wave of ecstasy.’
Oh. Dear. God.
Penny squeezed her thighs together against the ever-growing ache. A new rush of need washed through her core.
‘R-right,’ Penny stuttered.
‘And while you know all of these things, I wonder if you’ve ever experienced them.’
‘I…’ The words died on her tongue as all rational thought fled her mind.
Liam lifted her as if she weighed nothing. He slid off the chair and onto his knees, positioning her to take his place on the cushions. His intrepid fingers gripped the hem of her skirt and started to lift it. ‘Would you like to experience them? Would you like to feel my tongue flicking your core? My lips suckingso sweetly until you come apart? My breath heating the delicate flesh I would wager, even now, is weeping for such affection?’
Bloooooddddyyyy helllll.
Penny’s cheeks were on fire. She could barely swallow, let alone put words to her racing thoughts. To experience the intensity he described, find a culmination to the increasingly sweet and sharp need building between her thighs, gain first-hand knowledge of such intimacy with a man as potent as the Marquess of Stoneway. It was unimaginable.
So why not let him show me? No risk of pregnancy, no promises or expectations. Just this moment. Here, now, then forever gone.
‘You swear it changes nothing? Not my position in this house, not your expectations of me, not my standing amongst the other servants… nothing?’
Liam didn’t answer right away. His warm hand squeezed her ankle gently as his gaze flicked down, no doubt surreptitiously checking her injury.
Impossible man.
He must have found it healing satisfactorily, for his eyes quickly returned to hers. ‘It changes nothing unless you wish it to.’
A vague answer, but also an agreement.
Huzzah!
Without breaking eye contact, she dipped her chin, then tipped it up in silent assent.
‘I need to hear you say it, Penny.’
‘Why?’
‘I need to know you are doing this of your own volition. Not because I’m asking. Not because I want this. Not because you have been trained to meet your employer’s every need. But becauseyouwant this.’ His thumb rubbed her ankle in slow and intoxicating circles. ‘And if you don’t want this, you needn’t saya thing. You can stand up and walk out of here and I shall never mention this moment again, nor shall your treatment here be altered in any way.’
Should she do this?
Decidedly not.
Did she want to do this?
Undoubtably.
Did she need to do this?
Most desperately.
Decision made.
‘I want this,’ Penny whispered.
‘What do you want? You must tell me. I won’t assume.’
Why is he always so difficult?
