Page 85 of Three Weeks with a Princess
Shoving aside that pang of sorrow, she stretched up to kiss him, nudging his lips open and sucking on his tongue. He groaned deep in his chest as she filled her mouth with him, reveling in the slick exchange. It was hot and delicious, as she’d known it would be. It was a promise of things to come, when he would kiss her like this while slowly thrusting into her, his erection pulsing inside her yielding body.
How shocking it was to think such scandalous thoughts—to want this from a man who could never wed her. Lia supposed that made her just as wicked as her mother and grandmother, and that was probably a good thing. After all, if she intended to embark on a career of having sexual relations with men, it would be terrible to discover she didn’t like it.
Unfortunately, she had a sinking feeling that only Jack could ever make her feel this way.
She drew back and had to stifle a smile at the slightly dazed expression on his face. “You’re not acting like a beast. Besides, do I look as if I mind?”
His gaze traveled over her face and down her semi-nude body. “No,” he said, gently tugging her nipple between his fingertips. “In fact, you look ready for more. Much more.”
“Splendid,” she whispered, feeling rather dazed herself. Her limbs had never felt like this—practically quivering with energy and yet so heavy and languid at the same time. She wanted to sprawl on his lap all night, letting him play with her for hours on end.
He slowly swept his hand down her body, lingering on her belly before drifting down to her mound. He gently cupped it briefly through her silly, frothy skirts before letting his hand glide down to her thigh.
“You have a gorgeous body, Lia,” he murmured as he gently squeezed her thigh. “I never knew how gorgeous because you always wore such plain, practical gowns.”
“Yes, because one doesn’t generally dress like a tart when weeding the kitchen garden or cleaning out the pantry.”
When his hand stilled on her thigh, his fingers digging in slightly, she glanced up to see him glowering at her.
Lia sighed. “Now what?”
“You may have dressed like one tonight, but you arenota tart,” he said emphatically.
She lifted an ironic brow and glanced down at herself. She was sprawled across him, half-naked, her breasts still damp and flushed from his mouth. “Oh really?”
He leaned in until they were practically nose to nose. “I repeat—you arenota tart.”
It was terribly sweet of him to be so insistent, but it was also quite absurd. Still, she had no intention of getting into an argument with him on the subject. He’d probably dump her off his lap and then drag her home—maidenhead intact—just to prove his point.
She rested a hand on his cheek. “I know. Thank you, Jack. Now, can we get on with things?”
He let out a reluctant laugh. “You’re very impatient, aren’t you?”
“For some reason I’m feeling quite restless and irritated. I’m hoping you can do something about that.” She began to unbutton his waistcoat.
Jack brushed her fumbling hands away. “I can and I will. You, however, are to do nothing but sit back and enjoy.”
“But—”
When he lifted an imperious eyebrow, she subsided on his lap with a grumble.
“Good girl,” he said, giving her an approving kiss on the tip of her nose.
“But I don’t understand—” Her eyes widened when he slipped a hand under her knee and propped her leg over the arm of the chair, spreading her.
“Oh,” she breathed out.
“Oh,” he echoed her with a smile.
As he nudged her thighs wider, the air seemed to catch in her lungs. And when he pushed her skirts up to her waist, completely exposing the soft tangle of dark curls at the top of her thighs, she lost her breath completely.
“Look at you,” he said in a low, husky murmur, his hand settling low on her belly. “You’re so beautiful, my sweet.” His fingers drifted down. “So soft.”
Lia trembled as she watched him delve into the curls hiding her sex. The erotic sight made her feel wanton. She lay across him, her body completely exposed, a sensual plaything for him to use as he wished. And yet he cradled her with a tenderness that made her eyes start to sting. His gaze held as much reverence as it did heat, making her feel utterly cherished.
What she felt for Jack was too big for her body to contain. It almost seemed like a fatal blow to her heart.
“Lia, are you all right?” He withdrew his hand, a quiet concern marking his brow.
