Page 73 of Ruthless with a Rogue
He hurried over to his discarded things and grabbed his cravat, then stopped before her again.He handed her the cravat.She glanced down at it and back at him, a question in her eyes.He gestured with his hand.“Up.”
She arched a brow, not moving a muscle.“Manners.”
His chin jerked back in surprise at the same time his cock twitched.He studied her.“You are such a surprise, minx.”
A slight blush spread over her cheeks.“A good one, I hope.”
She had no idea.A dangerous one.
“Up.Please.”A bolt of lust shot through him.Interesting.Women usually begged him.Apparently, he didn’t mind the role reversal.
She popped up, pert breasts bouncing.He groaned.It took every bit of his willpower to keep from going straight to her, crushing her to him and devouring her with hands and mouth.
But he resisted, walked right past, and fell back onto the chaise.He spread out over it, throwing his arms up over his head.Her curious gaze touched every inch of his bare torso and arms.Appreciation shone in those blue irises, and the beast inside him stirred.It had come so close to getting what it wanted before it’d been thrust back in its cage.And it smelled opportunity.
“Tie me up,” he murmured.“This is for you, Livy.Take it back.”
Her eyes flared, and her mouth parted softly.And what a sight it was.The sight of her hungry.
Then she was moving.She leaned over him and bound his wrists with his cravat.And he wouldn’t be the scoundrel he was if he didn’t take advantage of the position.He lifted his head, finally taking one of those pink nipples in his mouth.
Her sharp gasp was like music to his ears.Her fingers fumbled, and she whimpered as his tongue rolled over her.He’d lied.Thatwas music to his ears.
Then those glorious small breasts disappeared.He went with them, but his arms pulled against their restraint, and he fell back against the chaise with anoomph.He hadn’t been finished, dammit.But this wasn’t about him.
She studied him, her fingers tapping against her thighs.Nervous?
“Whatever you want.Whatever you need.It’s yours.”
Her gaze darted to the side.“Do you…urm…happen to have your spectacles on you?”
He grinned.She wanted to shag him while he wore his spectacles, did she?Blood rushed south, hot and heavy.He liked that idea quite a bit too.“They’re in my coat pocket,” he said huskily.“Go get ‘em, clever girl.”
She obtained them and was back before him much too quickly.He could have admired her lithe naked form bustling about for days.
Then she straddled him, and his mind went blank.His mouth forgot how to make words.Because bloody fucking Christ, there was the heart of her.She’d just boldly slid atop him, no hesitation, legs spread wide.His blue-eyed avenging angel, gloriously naked, long legs surrounding him like he’d fantasized about.And those golden curls were a wicked tease, curls that had his fingers twitching with need, screaming with the desperation to touch.
She slid his spectacles onto his face.And then—
He blinked.Did she just boop him on the nose?
She grinned down at him, oh-so pleased with herself.
His gut flipped over itself, and everything went unsteady.He couldn’t reconcile this mixture of all-consuming lust and light-hearted playfulness.It wasn’t something he’d ever had with a lover before.
She licked her lips, her gaze raking over him, like she didn’t know what to feast on first.Then she followed it with her nails, lightly scoring down his chest and abdomen.His eyes slid shut, and a shaky breath escaped.This was going to be the sweetest torture.
Lips feathered along his jaw until they reached his mouth, brushing over his own like a silken caress.“Thank you for this,” she whispered.
And then those soft lips were trailing down his neck, tongue and teeth tasting as she made his way to his chest.His body coiled tight.She was thanking him?He couldn’t fathom whatever for.Her tongue dipped into the hollow between his stomach muscles, and he hissed out a breath.He was the one who was thankful.
Her fingers worked the placket of his breeches, and even the subtle brush of fabric over his oversensitive shaft was nearly too much.He’d wanted this for so long.In a few short moments those hands would be on him.Around him.Pleasure curled at the base of his spine.Another button popped free.A wave of heat coasted over him.Sweat dripped down his neck.And then his breeches were undone, his cock tenting his smalls.
His chest was working embarrassingly hard, like he’d just climbed a flight of stairs and wasn’t leisurely lying on a chaise.Her long, elegant fingers stroked him softly over his smalls, and the most embarrassing noise fled him.His eyes slammed shut.Fuck, fuck, fuck.If I invest 1,500 pounds in East India shares, yielding a five percent return compounding monthly…
Her hand blessedly stilled.“Are you… Are you going over investments?”she asked breathily.
His eyes drifted open and met hers—midnight dark and heavy-lidded.Apparently, he’d said that out loud.
