Page 33 of Madcap with a Marquess
Her chest heaved in rhythm with his, and they both struggled to regain breath. They stared at each other, unmoving, unspeaking, the only sign of life in the derelict lodge their choppy breaths ringing around the dark outbuilding. And in the space of a blink, his eyes flattened, emotion vanishing from his expression. Doused.
No! Do not leave me, Rupert.
He took a step backward, curls bouncing as he shook his head. All tension and heat melted off his face, replaced by sagging shame. His mouth opened. To apologize, no doubt. But she wasn’t about to let him. She was cutting Puppet Perty’s strings.Shewas taking control.
Franny advanced onhim.
She attacked the buttons of his breeches. She took hold, and she wasn’t letting go.
Clack.His mouth snapped shut.
After the last button popped free, she dropped to her knees, peeling his wet breeches down his legs. He stood stock-still, motionless except for stepping out of his clothing. She gripped his thighs, began to rise. His thick cock bobbed. And she dropped back down. Her mouth watered, some instinct deep inside her, some innate desire—the same one she had felt last night—tempted her to lean forward. To linger, to lick.
She glanced up at Rupert, her lips curling up in a half-smile. She fell back on her heels and gripped his cock, stroking him just as he had the night before. His eyes widened briefly before his lids sank low.
She slowly dragged her hand from root to tip, the feel of soft skin over hard steel fascinating. He thickened further as she stroked, hardened before her eyes, the tip a purplish hue, a bead of something building.Fascinating.
Franny wanted to explore everything with this man. The pulse between her thighs intensified. With each run of her hand, the feel of his hardness sliding beneath her palm, the heat in her core grew. Dear God, she wanted that hardness inside her.
“H-How do you know to do this?”
His strained voice startled her, and she looked up. She bit her lip, holding back her grin. She couldn’t wait to see his reaction to her answer.
“I watched you last night.”
A blotchy, beet-red blush rapidly covered his face, and he sputtered. “You-You saw me. Last night. When I was…”
She rolled her lips in but couldn’t prevent a small, satisfied smirk. She nodded. And then, because curiosity finally won out, she leaned forward and darted out her tongue, lapping up the small bead of liquid glistening on the tip of his cock. Salt, musk, man. Her eyes fell shut on a groan as a powerful pang shot through her core. His cock jumped in her palm.
“No need to be embarrassed, Rupert,” she said softly, her lips coasting over the head of him as she spoke, pulling a moan from him. “Would it make you…feel better…to know how desperate it made me to watch you? How intense acravingit ignited.” She wetted her lips and then dragged them down the side of him.Dear God. His scent, his taste, sparked something in her core that was near unbearable.
His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breath exploding from him. He stared, mesmerized, his nearly black gaze locked on her.
“Would it ease your mind if you knew I touched myself while watching you? That I imagined—”
“Franny” he gritted out. “You must stop.” Too bad he wasn’t in the least bit convincing.
She sat back but continued to stroke him languidly. “Why, Rupert? WhymustI stop?”
The muscles in his neck clenched, his hard rectangular jaw ticking.
“Because. This is too—”
“I want you in my mouth? Is that done?”
A strangled choking noise emerged from him.
“It is done,” he bit out, his eyes shut tight. “But it is not done by wives. Byladies.”
Her brows came together. She didn’t like the sound of that. She didn’t want someone else doing that to Rupert.
“Have you ever…” she asked.
“No.”
Franny worried her lip. So, no direction or helpful advice there. Oh well, she would just have to learn as she went. She leaned forward, but his hand pressed gently on her head, stopping her.
“Franny, please rise,” he said, his voice pleading. She wasn’t sure if he was pleading with her or himself. “This is not something a marchioness would lower herself to do.”
