Bound by Bliss (Bound and Determined #2)(44)
“No.”
“No? I thought you wished to help me find a husband.” Now she was the one speaking as if he was the idiot, but he would not be so easily persuaded.
“I am quite sure that you are thinking about more than conversation. I believe you are speaking of kissing again, and kissing such as we referenced last night.”
Bliss stood and stomped away from him, staring up at the walls that separated the garden from the street. “I admit I am curious. How am I to learn of men if I do not experiment?”
Duldon followed her. “If you experiment the men in question will no longer be thinking of marriage.” He stated it with far more calm than he felt.
“I experimented with you and you still wish to marry me. Perhaps my charms are so great that it will only make a man wish to marry me more. I am not thinking of doing anything that would risk a child. I wish to learn, not to be ruined.”
“It does not take actual deflowerment to be ruined. It only takes the belief that one is no longer a virgin, and given the chance men talk and brag.”
“I think you overstate the risk. You certainly did not feel the need to rush out and tell your friends what happened between us, to tell them of the liberties I allowed you.” And then suddenly she paled. “At least I hope you did not.”
How dare she think such a thing of him? “Given that my best friend is your brother I think you can safely assume that I did not rush off to tell him that I’d made you come while encouraging you to watch two men f*ck. And besides, if I had told anyone they would have been too busy questioning why I took no pleasure myself to believe the whole thing.”
“You took no pleasure yourself? I thought you enjoyed what we did.” Now she sounded as if he’d injured her deeply.
How to explain this all to her? And why did he have an increasing desire to toss her over his knee and paddle her ass until she started to see sense? Well, the answer to that was easy and perhaps it would not be a bad idea. A few strokes of his palm might go a long way to settling the matter between them. “Yes, I enjoyed it.” He almost spit out the words. “I liked touching you and giving you pleasure. I only meant that I did not reach completion as you did, that I did not come, not orgasm.” Although he certainly had later that night in his own chamber as he fantasized about all that he’d done to her and all that he wished to do, all that he might never do.
“Coming is the same as orgasm—yes? Well, then why did you not come?” she asked, her tongue moving over her still-swollen lower lip.
God, she was going to kill him. “It would not have been seemly.”
A giggle, a clear, honest giggle. “I watched a man spurt all about another’s face and the joy they took in it and you are worried about being seemly. I am afraid I will never understand the finer nuances of these things.”
She did have a point, but somehow it would have been different, would have forced things further than either of them was yet ready to go. “Once I have you naked then we can talk of my coming.”
She blushed redder than a beet, but kept her eyes on him. “I don’t see why I should have to get naked. I am not sure that I would be at all comfortable that way. Based on what I have seen, I could quite easily put my mouth on you and only lower the flap of your trousers.”
That brought his cock to full attention. The thought of those soft full lips wrapped about his shaft was delicious, but also painful. There was clearly no relief coming as they stood in the garden at her father’s house. Swanston would skin him alive for even having the thought, not that he was worried about his friend. If he had Bliss’s lips wrapped around him he doubted he’d care if his skin were in shreds about him. For a moment he let his mind wander, imagined her on her knees before him, her breasts bare, the nipples swollen with the need for his touch, her lips damp and eager.
“I can see that I am correct,” Bliss said, the hint of a smirk playing about her lips.
“Technically yes, but I promise you that when you set your lips upon me you will not have a scrap of clothing upon you.” Although perhaps he’d use a scarf to tie her wrists behind her. It was a visual he’d always liked.
“So if I were to offer to do so now, you would say no?” She leaned toward him and licked her lower lip.
For being as innocent as she was, she certainly was learning fast—and putting that knowledge to work every chance that she got. He stepped back from her. “I do not think that would be a good idea here, at your father’s house.”
“Why not?” Her eyes dropped below his waist. “You certainly look as if you have need.”
He stepped back farther. When had he become the pursued, instead of the pursuer? “I know that you like to watch, but I thought you said you had no interest in being watched yourself.” He glanced over her shoulder at the many windows lining the side of the house.
“The servants are all at their noonday meal and my father is not home. Nobody would see.”
She would tempt a saint to sin, but he was not so weak. Stepping forward he took hold of her arm and pulled her between a small tree and the exterior wall of the garden. The view from the house would be at least partially obscured. Without giving her a chance to say anything he pushed her against the trunk of the tree and brought his lips down upon hers in a punishing kiss, giving no quarter. This was about his pleasure, not hers, although he could feel her rise on toes to meet him, her lips opening beneath his own. He thrust his hips forward, grinding against her, granting himself the limited relief the contact brought.