Page 136 of Her Beast

“Arms up, sweetheart.”

She was caught off guard by his rough command and obeyed without hesitation.

Malcolm lifted the garment and then let it fall from his limp fingers, his body frozen in shock as he soaked in her beauty.

“Fuck.”

Her hands came up to cover—or at least try to cover—her full, lush breasts, but they spilled out of her small hands.

He forced his gaze up to face.

“Shy?” he asked, hoping his smile was reassuring and not predatory—which is what he was feeling.

She gave a jerky nod. “Can I keep my—er, do I need to take off my drawers just yet?”

“You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to do.” He reached up and caressed her jaw, obsessed with the smooth, sweet curve of her face.

“Iwilltake them off,” she shakily assured him. “But just not right now.”

He smiled and nodded. “Unbutton my coat, Julia.”

She swallowed and looked down to where she held her breasts, her brow furrowing as she realized her conundrum.

Malcolm watched with interest as she tried to figure out how to unbutton the coat without uncovering herself.

Finally, she sighed. Some of the tension leaked from her slender shoulders and she lowered her hands.

Malcolm feasted on her glorious breasts as she made short work of the few buttons. He wanted to touch her, but sensed she was walking a fine line, so he kept his hands to himself and turned so she could help him off with the closely fitted garment, observing her in the mirror, her dainty hands like small white stars on his black clothing.

She was staring up at him, unaware that she was being watched, and her expression was… hungry.

Christ. She really did want him.

She undressed for you, Mal—what did you think she wanted? Do you know how difficult that is for most women?

Go away, Sukey, you’re not needed here.

Smug laughter echoed in his head.

Once his coat was off, he turned to her, his entire body pulsing with the need to claim her.

He swooped down and captured her mouth, kissing her until they were both breathless and her body had relaxed against his.

When Malcolm pulled away, he met her gaze and then slid a hand from her waist, which he’d been massaging, over her pelvis, not stopping until he cupped the heat of her mound.

“I want to put my mouth on you if you’ll let me.”

She nodded, looking eager rather than shocked, which told him the intrepid Lily, at least, had treated her to this particular pleasure.

Malcolm took a cushion from the bed and tossed it to the floor before lowering to his knees, joints popping. She was still wearing her high heels and hose and he slid his hands around her dainty ankles and gently pulled her feet apart, until she was at the perfect height.

Malcolm’s hands shook as he parted the split in her drawers, exposing her blond bush to his greedy gaze.

“Gorgeous,” he muttered, thrusting his nose into her damp curls like an ill-behaved dog.

She gave a half-yelp, half-laugh and grasped his shoulders to steady herself.

He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with her essence. “Fuck, you smell good.”

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