Page 66 of A Story of Love

His thumb slid across her cheek to her mouth, and he lightly traced the shape of her lips. “I’m going to make you feel so good, Lorelei.” He pressed his thumb against her lower lip and when she opened for him, he slid inside. “Suck.”

Her breathing hitched as she closed her lips around him, the skin salty and slightly rough.

A low growl issued from his chest and a muscle ticced in his temple. For a moment he looked like a man who was wrestling with some incomprehensible mental puzzle.

As quickly as the expression had appeared it vanished and was replaced by a slack, almost lazy smile. “You saw me that night when you peeked inside.” It wasn’t a question, which was just as well because Lori was in no position—either mentally or physically—to answer just then. “You saw the woman kneeling at my feet.” He paused and then added, “Servicing me.”

Lori had seen, and it was a mental image that had intruded on her—both during her waking and sleeping hours—with worrying frequency in the weeks since.

He began to slide his thumb in and out of her mouth. “Suck me harder—use your tongue.”

Lori’s sex clenched, the action setting off a distracting cascade of pleasure. Why in the world was sucking his thumb so very arousing?

“Yes, just like that,” he praised, making her realize that she wasn’t just sucking him, but tonguing and nibbling him as well. “You have beautiful lips, Lorelei. As arousing as they look and feel on my thumb, I would love to see them wrapped around my cock.”

There was that word again: cock. Her eyelids fluttered and her heart pounded so hard it felt as if a horse was galloping over her ribs.

“Shhh, don’t look so worried. I am not going to ask you for that,” he said, misreading the reason for the shudder that ran through her body. His lips curled up at the corners. “At least not tonight.” He withdrew his thumb, rubbing the moist pad on her lower lip with an almost yearning look before lowering his hand. “I want to use my mouth on you.”

Lori had a vague idea of what he meant, of course—she had read about cunnilingus—but was, yet again, shocked that he would put such a thing into words. Not that she didn’t like his naughty suggestion—or want what he was offering. Indeed, at that moment, she could not think of anything she wanted more. But when she tried to force out the word yes, she discovered her throat had closed up. So she nodded.

He smiled. “Use your words, darling. I want to hear you say you want it.”

Lori’s face burned, but she refused to let him have the last word. “I want it.”

Once again, he moved with impressive speed and strength, lifting her with him as he stood, turned, and then set her gently on the chair he’d just been occupying. Heat kindled in his eyes as he sank gracefully to his knees in front of her. “Spread your thighs for me.”

Lori glanced around the room. While it wasn’t brightly lit, it certainly wasn’t dim. “You mean to do it…here?”

“Yes, here. Open for me.”

She unclenched the muscles in her legs but couldn’t seem to make them move.

“There is no shame in changing your mind, sweetheart.”

“I haven’t changed my mind,” she retorted, and then saw by his faint smile that he’d known exactly what to say to goad her into doing his bidding. She snorted and shook her head at him, amused despite herself. And then she did as he bade her, feeling exposed even though layers of petticoat and skirt covered her sex.

“Very good,” he praised in a quiet voice as he eased between her knees, nudging them wider. “Tell me, Lorelei—are you wet for me?”

In keeping with her inarticulate behavior this evening, she gawked at him in open-mouthed stupefaction.

He chuckled. “Sorry, love. Did that shock you?”

“You know it did,” she shot back, far angrier at her incessantly blushing skin than at Severn and his naughty taunting.

“But in a good way, hmm?”

“I refuse to feed your already oversized self-esteem.”

He grinned, the expression so boyishly wicked that he looked like some other man for a moment—some younger, more carefree version of himself. “I know you would never lie to me, but I think I should check and see for myself.” He slipped his hands beneath the layers of fabric. But rather than reach immediately for her sex, his fingers closed around one of her ankle boots first, and then the other.

“Shouldn’t I remove my boots?” she asked.

“Absolutely not.”

Lori couldn’t help thinking that his big hands felt like hot manacles as he gently but inexorably spread her wider.

Chapter 17