The Countess Conspiracy (Brothers Sinister #3)(101)

He tasted the edge of her collarbone, and she let out a little sigh.

“The coauthor,” she said, “of…”

His hands slid up her stomach.

“Mmm,” she said. “Sebastian.”

“My most lovely Violet,” he said. “When I come with you to Vienna, you will not be thinking of me as your coauthor. You’ll think of me as the man who made you too hoarse to speak the next morning.”

“Oh,” she said with a smile. “I suppose we should see if that’s possible. Shall we practice now?” She turned her head to him.

“Practice implies that there are imperfections.” He found the edge of her jaw, tilted her head up. “That we must find some way to improve.” Her lips were soft against his; she let out a ragged breath as he kissed her. “And you,” he whispered, “you are already perfect.”