A Little Bit Sinful(46)
She was treading on very dangerous territory and she didn’t seem to see that. She might claim to be here because of some misguided attempt to seduce George, but the truth was she wanted Justin. He knew that, could see it in her eyes. She simply didn’t know what to do with that desire because a union between them would ruin her plans.
Her skin was cool beneath the sheer fabric of her dressing gown. His eyes immediately dropped to her chest and he could see the faint shadow of her breasts, see the hardness of her nipples pushing against the fabric. The trick now was to see if he could teach her a lesson without losing control of his own desires because all he wanted to do right now was toss her down on the carpet in front of the hearth and plow into her, show her precisely how desirable she was.
He walked her toward the fireplace so that she could be warmed by the flames. She shivered a little, then nodded. “Thank you. Now then, I should simply kiss you?”
“Kissing is generally the way seductions begin, unless you’d prefer to verbally seduce me.”
“Verbally seduce you?”
“Yes, you can tell me what you want to do to me and what you want me to do to you,” he said.
“Oh my,” she said, her voice full of breath. “I don’t think I could do that.”
“Clarissa, this really isn’t necessary, I can assure you that you are a very desirable woman. If George cannot see that, he’s an idiot.”
She shook her head fervently. “No. I have no one else to talk about this with. I need to know what it is that a man will want me to do, how to please him.”
“So kiss me,” he said.
She looked up at him and for a moment seemed trapped in his gaze, her blue eyes wide and curious. She licked her lips and all Justin could think was that whatever George Wilbanks was doing at Rafferty’s, he was a damned fool that he hadn’t married this woman yet.
She took a step closer, placed one pale hand against his chest and lifted up on her toes. Gently, she pressed her lips to his.
The tentative, innocent touch of her lips was nearly his undoing. How could she affect him so without even knowing she did? Her exploration grew bolder, as her other hand crept around his neck. She pulled him closer, then opened her mouth to him. He kissed her back. He didn’t need to be asked, he didn’t require an invitation; she was the one who had shown up here wearing little more than her nightclothes and asking him to teach her the art of seduction.
He put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him, plastering her body, all-warm and soft curves, against himself. He cursed himself for still wearing his waistcoat and cravat. He wanted to feel her closer to him, wanted the sensation of her skin against his own. His hand slid down and grabbed onto her bottom and pressed her to him.
She released a little squeak of surprise, but never stopped kissing him.
“Clarissa,” he said, pulling away from her. “You don’t need to do this.”
“I want to,” she said. “I want to know what it is to seduce a man, to arouse him, to make him want me.”
She was already well skilled in those areas, but perhaps it was best she not yet know that. He kissed her again, his tongue delving into her mouth, and she wrapped both arms around his neck. Her breasts, pert and soft with hardened nipples, grazed against his shirt. Damned clothes. He wanted to see her, but he didn’t dare. He had to remain in control. He wanted to teach her a lesson, not take advantage of her naïveté.
He slid one hand up her torso, loving the soft feel of her body beneath his hand. He cupped one breast, weighing it in his hand. She did not have overly large breasts, but enough to fit nicely in his hand. Her nipple pressed against the fabric of her nightrail into his palm. Without another thought he slid his hand into the bodice, and finally, skin on skin. Her soft, burning skin against his palm. He shifted in an attempt to give his growing erection enough room in his trousers.
She moaned at his touch, kissed him more deeply, more passionately.
He stopped kissing her and moved his mouth to her jaw and then further down her neck to her throat, shoulder blade, nibbling and kissing as he made his exploration. Until he reached her and he sucked her nipple into his mouth, licked and kissed her breast. Her shocked moans filled the quiet of his study.
He wanted her. Badly. Right here. Right now. But this could not happen.
He abruptly stopped, stepped away from her. “If you want to retain your virtue, I suggest you leave. Now. I only have so much control.” He didn’t turn to face her, to see the hurt in her face, wonder in her lovely blue eyes.