Page 44 of How to Fall for a Scoundrel
Harry lowered his gaze, and she squirmed in embarrassment as he pressed her knees even wider. Could he see everything? Or did the froth of her skirts and the shadows still hide her from view?
She tensed as he encircled her ankles with his long fingers, then drew his hands up her stockinged calves with deliberate slowness.
“I need to make sure you’re not hiding any weapons under here,” he murmured, and the gravel in his voice made her toes curl. The paradoxical combination of teasing rogue and stern instructor was playing havoc with her senses.
“I’m not, I swear,” she gasped. “But by all means satisfy yourself that I’m telling the truth.”
His dimples flashed. “Oh, I intend to satisfybothof us, my sweet. Lie back on the bed.”
The butterflies in her stomach were almost insupportable, but Ellie slid her hands back on the soft coverlet and lay down. She gasped as he caught her hips and dragged her even closer to the edge of the bed, then let out a little yelp as he pulled off her shoes, draped her knees over his shoulders, and leaned in.
His warm palms slid up under her skirts, and he pressed a kiss to the bare skin on the inside of her leg, just above her garter.
“Oh!”
He kissed her again, even higher, and she wriggled in combined mortification and excitement. Tess had once shown her a naughty etching of a man kissing a woman between the legs, and the knowledge that Harry was about to do the same thing to her made her core clench and throb.
“No obvious daggers,” he whispered, “but let me double-check.”
Another kiss, so close to the slick, wet center of her that she could barely breathe. And then his mouth was there, his tongue probing at the entrance to her body, and she tensed her stomach, curling up toward him automatically to grab his hair.
“God,” he groaned, and the word was a vibration against her skin. “Ellie, you taste so good.”
Ellie closed her eyes in amazement. His wicked tongue lapped and teased, alternating between slow, languorous licks and harder, quicker stabs, and jolts of pleasure shot through her body like fireworks.
Just when she didn’t think she could enjoy it any more, his clever fingers joined his mouth, his thumb sliding over the sensitive pearl between her folds, then sliding to her entrance and pushing in, just the tiniest amount, before he withdrew.
“Again. Oh, please!” she begged.
She was beyond embarrassment now. She clutched at his head, pushing him closer in a wordless demand for him to continue, and his breath fanned over her as he chuckled at her ferocity.
“Wicked girl.”
He slid his finger inside her, then did it again, and the sensation was so delicious, so addictive, that she arched up into his touch. Every muscle in her body grew taut; he kept hitting a spot somewhere inside her that made her catch her breath.
She pushed down, matching his rhythm, and suddenly the pleasure became too much. He curled his finger, and the tension that had been building suddenly broke like a wave. Ecstasy rolled over her in great shuddering pulses, a dizzying release, and she choked out a cry that was almost a sob.
“Harry!”
Chapter Twenty-One
Ellie collapsed back on the bed, every muscle limp.
Harry rose, and when she peeked at him from below her lashes he was standing at the foot of the bed. He’d removed his shirt, and her mouth grew dry at the sight of his wide shoulders and the smooth curves of his biceps.
Sothiswas what he’d been hiding under those elegant clothes. She bit back a sigh. However expensive his tailoring, it was a crime to cover a body as beautiful as his with fabric. Her gaze moved lower, over tawny male nipples and the strong ridges of his stomach, then down to the intriguing line of hair that ran from his navel and disappeared into the top of his breeches.
“Feeling drowsy?” he teased.
“Not yet.”
Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb.
“Perhaps you should take that dress off, then. Make yourself more comfortable.”
She smiled. “It isn’t easy sleeping in a bodice. But I don’t have a maid to help me with the laces.”
His expression turned wolfish. “Allow me. Roll over.”