Page 61 of Snowbound with the Scoundrel
He laughed as if this was the most absurd thing she could have possibly said.“Oh, I want to, all right.I just… you’re sure?Completely sure?”
She kissed his chin.“Completely sure.”
His voice was rich as he said, “I’m going to make this so good for you.”
She smiled.He was already kissing his way across her collarbone.“If anyone can do it, it’s you.”At his curious look, she added, “You have quite the reputation.”
“Oh, that?”He ventured below her collarbone, dropping three more kisses.“Do you know why I think that is?”
“Why?”she asked, enjoying the way he was touching her all over her torso.
“You see,” he said, pausing to kiss the swell of one breast, “most fellows don’t take too kindly to being informed they’re not an expert at something.And that goes double when the something in question is their performance in the bedchamber.”
“Is that so?”she asked, shuddering as he flicked his tongue over her nipple through the fabric of her shift.
He lifted his head long enough to say, “It is,” before returning his attentions to her nipple, which had gone hard as a pebble.“Most men throw a fit at the mere suggestion that they’re not a veritable Cassanova.Not old Rupert, though,” he added as he shifted to the other side.
Clarissa’s eyes rolled back in her head as he sucked the opposite nipple into his mouth, using his tongue to rub the fine linen against her sensitive flesh.The only response she could manage was a weak, “Oh?”
“That’s right,” Rupert said, kissing his way down her stomach.“Whether a woman says, ‘Stop that, Rupert,’ or ‘That’s not even close to the right spot, Rupert,’ or even, ‘What on earth are you doing down there, Rupert?’I respond with good humor.I say, ‘All right, then, whatwouldyou like?’Then, I actually do it.That’s the difference between me and all those other fellows.”
“Really?”she gasped.
“Really.”He pushed her shift up, pressing a reverent kiss against the inside of her thigh.“You can’t imagine how much useful information I’ve received over the years.”
Clarissa had an inkling.Because if every other man was capable of making a woman’s thoughts flee and her thighs tremble like a raspberry jelly, surely they would spend every waking moment doingthis, instead of darning their stockings and balancing the household budget and making sure their children didn’t wander off and get eaten by a wolf.
Rupert’s lips were wandering painfully closer to where she needed them to be, but somehow never reached that magical spot.Clarissa could hear herself making sounds that in any other circumstances she would have found humiliating.But she wasn’t capable of stopping, and besides, Rupert actually seemed to be enjoying them, if she was interpreting his encouraging grunts correctly.She, therefore, decided not to care.
Finally, his lips brushed that sensitive bud, far too gently.Clarissa cried out, and Rupert chuckled.
Men.She threaded her fingers into his hair to help him understandexactlywhat she wanted.He began circling his tongue around that magical spot, and she forgave him in an instant.He chuckled again, but then got serious about his business, giving her a succession of teasing flicks, quick light strokes, and finally a deep, rhythmic rubbing with the flat of his tongue that had her thrashing on the sofa without a single care as to how ridiculous she looked.
She would have bet everything she had that it was not possible for something to feel better than this, but she would have been wrong, for at that moment, Rupert sealed his lips around that perfect nub and started tosuck.
“Rupert!”she gasped, sitting halfway up.“Rupert, I… Oh, myGod, you’re going to make me… I… I… I’m going to—”
He glanced up at her, and she could see the smile in his eyes, but he did not pause the exquisite ministrations he was performing between her thighs.Then his face blurred as a blinding flash of white-hot pleasure washed over her.She could hear herself crying out, her thighs shaking uncontrollably, her hands fisting in Rupert’s golden hair.He didn’t seem to mind, for he kept pleasuring her through her storm until suddenly the beautiful sensations were too much and she cried, “You-you can stop now!”
Chuckling, he slid up the sofa and took her in his arms, pulling the blankets up to ward off the chill in the cold cabin.
As soon as the room stopped spinning, Clarissa peeled her shift up over her head and dropped it to the floor.Rupert made an appreciative sound.
She reached for the only article he still had on, the silver locket around his neck.“I don’t think we want Auntie Imogen watching for the next few minutes.”She placed it on the floor and covered it with her discarded shift.“We wouldn’t want to shock her with our uncouth behavior.”
Rupert laughed, but his expression quickly grew serious.“You’re sure about this, Claire?”
She attempted to pull him on top of her.“Completely sure.”After all, with the snow-covered ground, it might be a week or even more before they could make it to York to secure a bishop’s license.That would be the fastest means by which they could marry.
Clarissa didn’t want to wait a week.She was ready to start her forever with Rupert right away.
Rupert didn’t seem quite as eager, for all that his man-part was poking her in the stomach.Try as she might, she couldn’t manage to pull him on top of her.
“I know I am not as familiar with the general process as you are,” she said, grunting with her fruitless efforts to tug at his shoulders.“But I believe for this to work, you need to be over here.”
She could hear the smile in his voice as he said, “What’s your hurry?”
She glanced up at him, biting her lip.“Doyounot want to do this?”
