What a Reckless Rogue Needs (The Sinful Scoundrels, #2)(71)
“Angeline, if the answer is no, you must tell me now.”
She kissed him gently and then with more intent. He leaned over and returned it. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” She opened for him and suspected the way he plunged his tongue inside her mouth was an imitation of lovemaking. He made her feel shivery and hot at the same time. When he looked into her eyes, he pulled the covers down to her waist, and then he lowered his head and dipped his tongue between the hollow of her breasts.
She drew in a ragged breath, but before she could even think to stop him, he ran his tongue all along the inside seam of her shift. He was very wicked, and very hard to resist. “Oh, my.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Not yet.”
He cupped her breasts and circled his thumbs lightly over the fabric covering her nipples. She drew in a shuddering breath.
“Do you like it?” he whispered.
“You devil; you know I do,” she said. “Oh.”
“You’ll like this even better.” He slipped the straps of her chemise down her arms, exposing her breasts. He circled his tongue around one nipple and then the other. When he suckled her, she arched up to him. “Oh, my God, I had no idea.”
He cupped her face and looked into her eyes. “I will say this only once, but I’m glad.”
I love you.
He pulled her shift up to her waist.
She caught his hand.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She swallowed. “No, not yet.”
“I’m going to do something that may shock you.”
“What is it?”
“I’ll show you.”
He put his knee between her thighs, and she grew very still. Could she let him?
He set her feet on the bed and slid down a bit. When he touched the folds of her sex, she jerked.
“Shhhh,” he said. “It’s very wicked, but you will like it.”
“I’m not so sure,” she said.
He slowly stroked his tongue along the soft folds to pleasure her.
A feminine sound came out of her throat.
“You like it?”
“Oh, dear heaven. Oh, oh.”
He repeated the long, slow stroke. Her back arched and she threaded her fingers in his hair.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Do not dare stop.”
He chuckled and did it again and again and again.
She bit her lip. He could feel the tension in her legs. He carefully inserted his finger. The erotic sound of moisture nearly made him mad with lust. “You’re tight inside and soaking wet.”
When she looked at him, he said, “The wetness is preparation for coitus, but you can say no at any time.”
“Oh.”
He gave her three more long strokes of his tongue. Then he slipped his hands under her bottom and focused quick strokes on her sweet spot. She arched up until her head fell back. Then she came apart with a little cry and collapsed.
Her chest still rose and fell quickly. He smiled because he was rather proud of himself.
She opened her eyes. “Good Lord. No wonder virgins are kept in the dark. They would all be lifting their skirts for any man willing to…do that.”
He burst out laughing. “That might depend on the man’s skill.”
“Yes, you clearly would earn high marks in the school of pleasure.” She looked down at his tented drawers. “You are aroused.”
He hesitated, knowing what he had to do, but when he looked at her sweet face, he realized how difficult it would be to rob her of something that ought to take place after the marriage vows.
“I’ll take care of it privately.” He got off the bed and pulled her shift down to cover her legs.
“Colin?”
“Go to sleep,” he said. He should have done it. He was giving up everything, but he couldn’t. Damn it.
“Don’t leave,” she whispered.
He drew in a long breath. “My restraint is limited.”
She touched him through the fabric of his drawers.
“Oh, God.”
“Is there no way for me to pleasure you?” she whispered.
“It’s messy.”
She held out her arms to him, and devil that he was, he couldn’t resist. He told himself he would only show her how to pleasure him with her hand. Nothing else would happen. He mustn’t let it.
He removed his drawers and joined her in the bed. When she put her knee between his legs, he smiled. She planted kisses all along his torso until she reached his erect cock. When she licked the length of him, his head fell back. He could not believe she had done it. He was ready to propose now, but he couldn’t speak.
She continued the long strokes and cupped the sacs. He gritted his teeth as he got harder and harder. If she kept this up, he would explode any minute.
She took his hand and guided him to her folds. “I want you.” She swallowed. “Inside.”
“I’m trying very hard to be honorable for your sake.”
“I don’t want you to be honorable. I want you to make love to me.”
She’d made it all too easy for him, but it was no longer selfish thoughts that gripped him. He hovered over her on his elbows. “Tell me no.”