A Little Bit Sinful(65)

“You will be a good husband to me, Justin,” she said.

Her words echoed through him, words he never thought he’d hear, at least not from her. “I shall try. Every day, I shall try.”

She slid her arms up around his neck. “I thought tonight, I would.” She chewed at her bottom lip. “That is to say, I thought I would take your advice. You asked me once or suggested that you be the man I use my seduction on.” She smiled. “As it turns out you were training me for you.”

“Do your worst, Lady Seductress,” he said. She began working at his buttons of his shirt. Once they were all undone, her warm hands slid across his chest, down his abdomen. The muscles there tightened beneath her touch.

She slid the shirt off his shoulders, down his back and onto the floor. She leaned in, placed a kiss on his chest, her mouth tentative at first and so soft. She grew more brazen with each kiss until she nipped and licked at him. He closed his eyes, focusing in on her every touch. God how he wanted this woman as he’d never wanted another.

Her fingers dipped into the waistband of his trousers ever so slightly. Her mouth found his, slanted across him, her tongue swept across his in an invitation he could not ignore. He kissed her back eliciting a feminine groan from her throat. Her fingers slid lower into his pants, brushing across his erection. Then her hand was gone and she pulled back from the kiss.

“My apologies having never unfastened a gentleman’s trousers before. I should like to see what I’m doing,” she said with an impish grin.

It was a slip, the word she’d used, but it warmed him from the inside. Gentleman. Oh, how he’d wish that were true. If only for her, he wished he’d not been a bastard, not been the product of an affair so he could offer his sweet Chrissy a good name.

She unfastened his pants and slid them down his legs, then worked on his undergarments until he stood before her without a stitch of clothing. “I should like you on the bed now,” she said boldly.

“Indeed.” He followed her orders.

“Now then, tonight I believe I shall have my way with you.”

“I am but a vessel for you to enjoy,” he said.

Her eyebrows rose. She climbed up on the bed with him, still wearing the nightrail he’d purchased her. It moved flawlessly with her, flowing over her body like translucent silk.

“I like this,” she said, trailing her fingers along the hair that started at his chest and tapered down his stomach. “It is like a map.”

He chuckled. But as she bent and kissed along the trail, his laughter died in his throat. She was his. His and only his. Her fingers shimmied up his legs lightly all the while her hot mouth blazed kisses across his abdomen.

“Chrissy, you’re torturing me,” he groaned.

“Patience. I am the seductress.”

Then her mouth was on him, lightly at first, explorative. But when she took the length of him, he grabbed the sheets. Again and again she brought him closer to the edge. Then she stopped. She slid her body up his, the soft fabric tickled across his skin.

“I fear I have loosed a monster.”

She laughed. She met his gaze. “Perhaps. I do hope you don’t mind.”

“Never.”

Then she sat astride him. She pulled the nightrail off her body, tossing it onto the floor. Her breasts begged for touch. She settled herself on him, without allowing him entrance. The moisture from her desire slid against his erection. She moved against him, her eyes fluttered closed and she tilted her head back.

Damnation if she wasn’t testing his restraint. His hands cupped her breasts and she moaned in response. Her release hit quickly, her eyes shot open and she cried out. Then just as quickly, she sat up and slid herself down on top of him.

She was impossibly wet. Tight. Warm.

There was no hesitation in her movements. She took what she wanted and gave him more in return. He felt his release building. So when she climaxed again, he let go, spilling himself inside her.

His and only his.

She moved to lay next to him, her head nuzzling on his chest.

“I don’t think you need any more lessons.”

She laughed. “I had a most excellent teacher.”

They were quiet for several moments before she spoke again. “Did you know there was a group of French nobles who took refuge here in the late 1840s during the revolution?”

“Am I now to endure a history lesson?”

Clarissa moved so her chin rested on his chest and she could see his face. “Quite the contrary. I thought you would find that of personal interest.”