Page 49 of His Wicked Secret
“Lie back for me.” His voice was gruff and full of a carnal ferocity that excited her. She lay back again, completely bare to his gaze. She arched her back, knowing it lifted her breasts, and Jonathan’s lips parted on a soft exhalation. Evangeline, the infamous courtesan she’d befriended, had taught her a few poses that were ideal for tempting a man. She hoped it was true. If she failed to arouse Jonathan… She swallowed down the fear and tried to stay in this moment with him.
“A true goddess,” he said as he bent over and kissed her.
The last shred of sleepy calmness she’d woken up with vanished under his playful kisses. She curled her arms around his neck, feeling the hard, smooth skin of his muscled back. His shoulder blades were sculpted edges that shifted as he changed his position to lie between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his hips and gasped at how vulnerable she felt with her bare body pressed to his. Only his smallclothes were between them, and they barely served as a barrier.
The hard press of his shaft rubbed against her body. He panted softly, briefly separating their bodies, but it felt too good to have him pressed against her. She drew his face down to hers to renew their kiss, which left her burning with an inner fire that only he could quench.
He trailed his lips down her throat, nipping at her collarbone, and she giggled at the tickle of his morning beard on her sensitive skin. Then he cupped one breast and sucked her other nipple into his mouth. She gasped. A tugging heated ache started in her core, and her breasts grew heavy at his touch.
He blew softly over her swollen nipple, then twirled a finger over her sensitive peak and around the rest of her creamy swell. She arched her back in delight and moaned. It was so easy to lose herself in that moment with the morning light pouring into the windows, illuminating Jonathan’s gold hair like a wreath of burning sunlight above his summer-green eyes.
He moved down her body again, placing kisses on her stomach and above her mound. He spread her thighs wider with gentle but firm hands. She clutched the bedclothes by her head as she closed her eyes. She felt the soft press of his mouth on her thighs, and then his lips roved upward until he flicked his tongue against her folds.
The stroking of his tongue sent jolts of pleasure through her. She’d never imaginedanythinglike this before. She didn’t care if it wasn’t proper or ladylike, or the scandal it would cause if they were somehow discovered. This was glorious. She whimpered as waves of ecstasy throbbed through her, and she closed her eyes. Jonathan was all she could see. Beautiful green eyes, sandy-brown hair. He was so clear, so perfect in that moment, just like when she’d first met him. She surrendered to the aftershocks of pleasure as he continued to lick her, and she let herself open up to him.Please…just love me, at least for this moment.
She opened her eyes as he moved from between her thighs and fell onto the bed beside her. He smiled rakishly as he glanced at her. Sweat covered her body, and she could feel every muscle in her body still vibrating with the aftershocks of that moment. She didn’t want to move, yet she wanted him to feel the same as her, sated and delirious with pleasure.
“How was that, my goddess?”
She turned on her side to face him. His erection hadn’t gone away, but he made no move to hide it. She couldn’t resist acting a little brazen.
“Splendid. But what about you?” She placed a hand on his chest, half expecting him to remove it, but he didn’t. She slowly slid her hand down to his waist, below his navel. A dark trail of hair began below his navel and disappeared beneath the waist of his nightclothes.
“Would you…teach me how to…?” Her heart raced, but she wanted to ask him. “To pleasure you in return?” That was one lesson Evangeline hadn’t taught her yet.
His lips kicked into a grin. “At this moment it’s not necessary. One touch with those little hands of yours would make me explode.”
“Explode?” She wasn’t sure what he meant. She knew so little of the male anatomy.
He was staring at her. “You really don’t know what I mean, do you?”
She shook her head. She could have allowed his amusement and surprise to hurt her, but she chose not to. This might be one of those few opportunities she had to finally have answers.
“My brother would never dream of telling me, and Horatia is far too…modest to tell me much. There was no one else to educate me.” She drew patterns on his abdomen as she talked. He sucked in a breath as she slipped a finger beneath the cloth of his nightclothes. “So…will you teach me?” She looked up at him from beneath her fluttering lashes in a way she knew made her look coquettish.
“More lessons.” He sighed, though he was grinning as well.
“Well, if you don’twantto teach me—” She started to pull her hand away, but he grabbed her wrist and pressed it back down on his abdomen.
“Do you truly want this? I have no desire to force you.” He bit his lip in an almost bashful way that made her want to swoon. Of course she wanted this, wanted it so much her body hurt for it.
She leaned up as his eyes lowered to gaze upon the globes of her breasts nestled against his chest. “Show me.”
“Well… There are few ways to…either with one’s hand or one’s mouth or…” He blushed and trailed off.
“Or?” she pressed.
“Or one’s…breasts.” He almost whispered the word and glanced away, his face turning red.
She paused in stroking his lower belly. “Oh!” How could she use her breasts? It seemed too strange, at least for now. But she was curious about what he’d said about the other two ways.
“You used your mouth upon me,” she observed as she stroked the V-shaped indentation of his hip. “Should I use my mouth on you?”
Jonathan cursed softly, and she drew back, startled.
“My apologies,” he muttered. “It’s just the thought of your mouth anywhere near my cock…it might bloody well kill me.”
She was thrilled at the power she held over him right then. “My mouth then!” she announced and looked at him and licked her lips. “Now remove these, if you please.” She tugged on his nightclothes.
