Page 76 of Puck and Prejudice
Tuck wasn’t reckless, and he wasn’t stupid. But with Lizzy in his arms, all bets were off; neither of them could be content with just a kiss, not anymore. The countdown that began ticking at their first meeting was running out. She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and he sank deeper into her mouth—invisible currents surged as if ley lines ran through his veins.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he murmured into her hungry lips.
“You could surprise me.” Her gasp was hot on his skin.
“I’m serious. I need to know how far you want to take this.”
She gripped him harder, her nails scratching gently at his skin. “There are too many decisions to be made and plans to figure out. I don’t want to do that here, not now. You understand lovemaking. I don’t.” Her voice softened, growing almost shy. “So rather than me asking for what I think I want, why don’t you give me what you believe I need?”
He smoothed a loose strand of hair off her damp cheek. “You want me to take the lead.”
“Please.”
“All right, then. We’re getting into some trouble.” He traced the skin beneath her jaw with slow, lazy circles. “Good trouble.”
“More.” She wiggled closer.
“You trying to tell me what to do?” He cocked a teasing brow. “Just for that, I’m going to go even slower.”
He edged his fingers over the delicate ridge of her clavicle, inch by unhurried inch, traveling toward the swell of her breast. As her breathing hitched, turning into uneven pants, he slowed down even further.
“You love it when I touch you.”
She opened her mouth to reply and he nipped her lower lip. “That wasn’t a question.” Her hips jerked as he slid his palm down, capturing the weight of her breast. With a thumb, he teased her nipple, growling when it peaked even through the layers of fabric. “And you like that.”
A hitched gasp.
“Good girl.”
Something indigo and intoxicated entered her eyes, making her gaze go unfocused and hazy. The only sound in the room was their ragged breathing.
“Let’s get you out of this dress.”
It wasn’t quick work. She came in layers, the final one was a long white slip. Once he’d slid that off, she wore nothing but a half-corset and stockings held in place by pale blue garters.
Time slowed down as he took in her body. The flare of her hips. The dark triangle of hair. The subtle quiver of her thighs. Her hands fluttered as if she fought an urge to cover herself. So shy.
“Don’t hide.” His voice was hoarse. “Remember how I kissed you in Scotland, slid my tongue across that sweet pussy?”
Her pupils were so wide they threatened to eclipse the blue.
“I’m going to get another taste. I’m tasting everything today.” He ran a hand over the front of his pants, stroking himself for a moment. “Fuck. I’m hard. I’m always hard for you.”
Her sharp intake of breath was his reward.
“Your little sounds make me want to do bad things. Climb on the bed.”
She obeyed quickly, pushing to the center of the mattress and leaning back on her hands.
“Spread your legs.”
She opened them a fraction.
“Wider,” he ordered.
She bit her bottom lip, but complied.
“Just like that,” he rumbled, nodding his approval. “Do you feel exposed?”
