Wicked Temptation (Regency Sinners 6)(27)

“If it had been an order, then I should now be getting to my feet with the intention of punishing you for your disobedience.”

Her throat moved as she swallowed. “The doctor said—”

“The doctor is not here, I am,” Titus stated firmly. “And I require that you remove your drawers this instant and then come here to me.”

“If this is some ridiculous attempt on your part to prove how recovered you are—”

“It is not to be an attempt but a determination to do so,” he assured her dryly. “I am still waiting, Pru.”

“I… No… Very well, I will do as you ask,” she hastily agreed as he threw off the blanket with the intention of rising to his feet and going to her. “You are as much a bully as ever, I see,” she accused.

“And you are as much a teasing witch,” he returned wryly.

Pru reached awkwardly beneath her gown to unfasten her drawers. “If anyone should come in…” She gave a self-conscious glance toward the closed door as she allowed her drawers to fall to the floor before stepping out of them.

Titus snorted. “No one would dare enter without your permission.”

She gave him a quizzical glance after placing her drawers on the bed. “I thought only of your health by limiting your visitors and the time each of them stayed.”

“And now my health is better, I can think only of the heat of your pussy.”

“Titus!” Her cheeks burned.

He arched a mocking brow. “Prudence?”

She walked toward him slowly, very aware of the brush of her gown against the bareness of her thighs and limbs. “Perhaps you are on the mend after all.” She gasped as Titus reached out to grasp her wrist to pull her forward until she lost her balance and straddled his thighs, her dress pushed up to her thighs, her hands lightly gripping his shoulders. “But I am not sure you are well enough for—for this.” She was totally flustered by the suddenness of Titus’s demands after his previous days of incapacity.

“My cock disagrees,” he assured her. “I doubt I am as yet up to experimenting with any of those pictures or positions you saw in your father’s books, but I have been lying abed for four days now, unable to do anything else but imagine all the things I wished to do to you as you moved about the bedchamber seeing to my needs. I should now like to do something for you.”

Her breath caught in her throat. “Such as…?”

“I should like to see and touch your pussy again.” He pushed her gown higher. “Like velvet,” he murmured his approval after his fingers had parted and revealed her moist folds to his avid gaze. “You are so wet for me.” His fingers dipped into that wetness as he caressed the length of her slit and then up to the tiny nubbin nestled amongst the blonde curls.

Pru felt the last of her self-consciousness leave her at the feel of those caressing fingers against her sensitive flesh. “Titus,” she gasped softly as that nubbin was stroked and squeezed until it was hard and throbbing.

“Tell me what you need, darling girl,” he encouraged gruffly.

“More.” She pressed her aching flesh against his caressing fingers. “I need more, Titus.” It had been sheer torture for her to care for his every need these past four days, including having one of the maids help her to wash his muscular and naked body, without being able to touch him in the ways she really wished to do.

“Ride my fingers.” Titus used his digits to pump her rigid little organ, his chest filling with pleasure as Pru gasped and groaned, her hands clinging tightly to his shoulders as she undulated backward and forward on his fingers. “Harder,” he encouraged as her breathing faltered. “Faster,” he instructed, feeling that organ become stiffer still as Pru began to quiver and shake with the force of her release.

She collapsed weakly against his shoulder, careful to choose his uninjured side even in her loss of control. “I believe I needed that after all,” she murmured self-derisively.

Titus lightly caressed her hair. “I believe you did too.”

“Would you like me to give you pleasure now?”

“God, yes,” he groaned.

Pru sat up to look at him. Titus had lost weight these past few days—no doubt he would say that was because he had been given no red meat to eat!—but otherwise, he seemed to have regained some of the color in his face today, and his arms felt strong about her waist. Still, she hesitated. “Are you sure you feel well enough?”

“My cock believes it does.” He pushed his robe and nightshirt aside to reveal its long and throbbing hardness.

Pru’s gaze was instantly captivated by the thick and heavy length rising from a nest of dark curls, the bulbous top slick with the release of his juices. A slickness she longed to taste again.

She moistened her lips in anticipation of that sweet and salty release as she slid down between his parted legs to kneel on the floor in front of him. “You will just sit there and let me do all the work.” She wrapped her fingers about the steely velvet length of his cock.

“I believe I might manage a thrust or two, if that is allowed?” he drawled.

“Now you are mocking me,” she admonished.

He touched her cheek gently. “If I am mocking anyone, it is myself,” he assured her huskily. “I am unable to walk more than a few feet without feeling tired, and yet my desire for you is undiminished. I must have your mouth on me, Pru,” he added ardently.