Page 49 of In a Rake's Embrace
Temptation dug sharply into his gut, and a warning whispered through him that he would barely survive this lesson.
“I am the tutor,” he said, “not the student. How dare you think to give me a lesson?”
Those sweet lips curved, and she sauntered closer, slipping her hands slowly over his chest and up his nape.
“The auction is approaching faster than I expected. I would hate to see the naked male body and faint from the sheer excitement of it.”
“You teasing, minx.”
She laughed, her eyes gleaming.
A very peculiar yet tender wisp of sensation rushed through Thomas. “So, you want me at your mercy.”
“Never say you are afraid,” she drawled.
He ruthlessly disciplined all the fire of lust and strange emotions twisting inside him. “I am yours to practice on as you please.”
“I may be as wicked as I like?”
“I’m curious to see just how much you know about wickedness.”
To keep his sanity, he resolved to remain firmly in his role as her tutor, no matter the temptation. She slipped her arm around his neck and pressed the side of her breast against his body.
“Too stiff, your body needs to be more pliant … more sensual yet natural. Again.”
Agatha swayed against him, sliding her hand up his chest and peekingat him from beneath her incredibly long lashes. “Like this?”
Thomas cleared his throat. “Better.”God, perfect … you are perfect.
A radiant smile lit her face, and she moved back. He tightened his arms around her and held her, just for a moment. Something in him was desperately hungry for the feel of her body against his.
“I would like to practice a few of the … possible positions. I do not wish to appear gauche or startled when something is suggested. Bea and Ellen told me many men prefer it when womenare on topridingor when we are on our knees with hips arched. I recall you mentioned this riding. I want to practice it.”
“Very well.”
She flicked the tip of her fingers across his chin. “Are there any lessons you would like to teach me tonight? In addition to the one I suggested?”
Deviltry gleamed in her gaze, and he suspected Agatha had another lesson in mind but was leading him to it, a regular rule in the game of coquetry that women employed. He arched a brow, and she licked along her bottom lip.
Ah …thatlesson.
Thomas obliged. He placed a thumb against her lower lip, exerting the slightest pressure until her lips parted. “I am going to teach you how to suck a cock.”
“Do men like that?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like it?”
Thomas was tempted to say his wants were irrelevant. “Yes.”
“Then teach me,” she whispered. “To use my tongue and lips and push a man toward release. But first … teach me how to ride.”
Bloody hell. He took a deep breath, stepped away from her and walked over to the large armchair. Thomas sat, his cock hardening even more. Her eyes widened, and she stared at his length before dragging her gaze up.
“Every man is different. Some smaller, some larger, some the same size.”
“I see. Thank you for telling me.”
