Page 31 of Wicked With You
The earl pressed the spot almost at the center of her sole and she winced. It was rather tender. He did not release her but lightly encircled her ankles. “Tell me, Mina, do you only require kisses?”
Something unknown trembled inside her. “No.”
The elegant ridge of his cheekbone seemed to sharpen. “Good. I was remiss in my earlier statement. We will be lovers.”
She felt an odd sense of fear, then scandalized delight at her daring, anticipation, nerves, and such hunger trembling and wrenching her in different directions. “We will be lovers,” Mina whispered, holding that steady, unfathomable gaze.
He slid teasing fingers over her ankles and up to her shin.Oh God. She attempted to withdraw her foot from his grasp.
“Stay.”
He leaned forward, reached for her, and slipped his hand around her hips, drawing her onto his lap. Mina gasped, grabbing his shoulders as for a wild moment she thought she would have fallen from his grasp. He held her to him, pushing her skirts and petticoats upward, urging her knees to bracket his hips. The position was scandalous and evocative. Yet Mina did not think about it; she merely gripped his shoulders and pressed her mouth to his, then stilled.
Simon cupped her cheeks in his hand, and slanted his mouth over hers, taking her soft kiss to one of deep intimacy. He didn’t just move his lips against hers, he nibbled and stroked, burning her with desire. Their motions did not have the ragged and furious passion of their first kiss, yet it felt more intimate and deeply pleasurable.
“God, you make a man forget his name,” he said against her mouth.
Mina lifted her hand and touched his cheek, drew her finger slowly down his jaw and across his lips. She felt so sensual and adventurous—no longer a girl hiding her passionate heart but satisfying the cravings in her soul. That these cravings should emerge with such depth for this man still left her with an odd feeling of uncertainty.
Holding her stare, he slid his hand up her calf and around to her thighs, then up until he found the wet folds of her soft sex through her drawers. They both stilled, and her throat worked on a swallow. The tension building between them was thick and heated.
“Arch your neck,” he murmured.
She complied, and he licked along her throat, his teeth scraping over her wildly flickering pulse.
“I have never wanted to linger over the taste of a woman’s skin before.”
Another kiss, a mere brush of his mouth up to the underside of her chin. Mina no longer felt warm but burned with a delicious fire. She clasped his shoulder as that lone finger parted her folds and rubbed her with arousing delicacy. Then he stroked deeper inside her body, drawing forth an alarming wetness.
A wicked kind of pleasure darted low in her belly and a whisper of a moan left her lips.
“I have never wanted to feel this tightness on my finger before and to imagine it might be my cock that is here.”
Oh God. He slipped another finger inside her sex. A cry of pleasure escaped her, and he caught it with his mouth, kissing her with ravenous greed.
“I have never wanted to stretch a woman here before,” he purred against her lips, “so that she might feel more pleasure and anticipate the full feel of me when I am here.”
Mina grew alarmingly wetter. “Am I...I…” she stammered, her face burning.
“Hmm?” He kissed her mouth, a chaste brush that stood out in provocative contrast against the fingers he thrust in and out of her.
The effect was sublimely provocative.
“How prettily you blush,” he murmured with sensual provocation. “Tell me, Miss Crawford.”
The sensual, teasing way he drawled her name sent another wild burst of heat to flow through her. His thumb found her nub of pleasure and glided against it. She jerked her hips, unintentionally impaling herself more on his fingers.
Mina moaned. “Should I be this wet?”
“Yes,” Simon hissed, delicately rubbing over her sex, coaxing her to open like a flower about to bloom, then he sank a third finger inside her body, stretching her and stinging her with erotic pleasure and a bite of pain.
“I never knew the delight I would feel to touch these soft, soft curls between your legs. This wetness… I have never wanted to taste it on my tongue before. I have never expected that lust could feel this exquisite.”
He took one of her hands and put it between them, so her fingers curled over his manhood through his trousers. His mouth drifted from hers, touched the curve of her ear softly, tracing the shape with his lips.
“I never imagined I’d feel my blood beat so violently through my cock.”
Mina whimpered as arousal pierced her belly with frightening intensity. Then only silence lingered as his mouth ate at hers with ravaging greed and his fingers stroked her to a feverish pitch.
