Page 85 of The Lord Meets His Lady

Till his mouth landed on her tiny nub of flesh at the top of her cleft.

She gasped. Light spangled behind her eyelids.

And then he sucked.

A tempest rushed through her. Hot. Sweet. Slick.

“Oh, Marcus.” Air huffed hard from her lungs.

He grunted and parted her folds and kept sucking. Craving scorched her everywhere. From under her lashes, she watched his head’s gentle thrusts between her legs. He nursed the one spot. Determined. Almost greedy in his intimate kiss.

Her new husband would have his way with her, and she’d let him.

Both hands slid into his hair, and her legs spread wider. Any control she thought she’d had was slipping. With him, she’d never fall. Never lose her way. Truth and pleasure surged inside her like a thousand sparks of light.

She closed her eyes again and let go.

Tremors started in her thighs, and she moaned. All his attention focusedright there. He saw everything, knew everything. No part of her would be hidden after tonight.

A man’s mouth had claimed her once before. But not like this. Not with insatiable need for her.

Between his expert tongue and niggling feelings, Marcus led her down a dangerous path. She craved coming apart at the seams. He sought her, wooed her, made her want to give in. This wasn’t supposed to be. Yes, he pleasured her. But this was more than a simple act of sex.

Emotions whirled between them.

He nudged the tip of one finger inside her, not more than half an inch. The hint of what was to come, of him inside her. It stole her breath. His thumb flattened above her entrance and slid between sex-slicked, smaller folds of skin. But his thumb didn’t slide any higher. Marcus rubbed delicious little circles under the pink nub he sucked, his other finger just inside her.

“Ohh!Marcus!”

Her hips swayed into his face, and wicked male laughter vibrated in her quim. Teeth scraped her nub. If that was punishment, she’d take more.

She circled her hips into his hungry mouth. His suckling noises alone drove her mad.

“Mar-cus.” Her voice was thin and high.

“You’re close.” And he licked exposed flesh where his thumb pressed her.

“I… Yes!” Her grip tightened on his head.

Grabbing her bottom, Lord Bowles feasted, sucking harder. A rush seized her. Muscles tensed. She cried out. Legs shaking, bliss came fast. Bigger. Harder. Wetter. Colors exploded behind her eyelids.

La petite mort.

The desired end? Or a beginning?

Pleasure bumps spread across her inner thighs. Strong hands skimmed her hips, her ribs. Eyes opening, she slumped against the wall.

“Here,” he whispered and pulled her close.

He caressed the small of her back, the skin between her shoulder blades. How could he know she needed this? Him holding her? Wrapping her arms around him, she kissed his neck by the golden curl as his humored voice teased.

“Now that we’ve taken the edge off…”

Expert hands slid lower, kneading her bottom. Marcus coddled her, cupping her bottom cheeks with his perfect, soothing massage. A healing liquid sensation like warm wax stole over her.

“A bed would be nice,” she purred. She was limp and invigorated at the same time.

“My thoughts exactly.” He guided her backward to the bed, spreading her bottom cheeks wide. Chill air kissed her bottom cleft, and her tight bottom hole puckered.

His dimple showed, and he squeezed her bottom cheeks again. “Let me emphasize how much I like this part of you.” He kissed her shoulder. “And this part.” He kissed the top of her breast. “And this part.” He kissed the crook of her elbow. “And this part…”

Head back, she laughed as he delivered soft kisses to all her parts. His kisses marked her with the scent of her sex and brandy. How intoxicating. They bumped into the bed, stopping there. His tender ministrations put her back together again as good as the body-melting petite mort. And he liked toying with her. Of course sex would be playful with him. It was his nature.

In his arms, the lonely ache vanished. Her husband’s smile was sunshine on a dark day; his kisses were just as warm and fulfilling. His mouth swept over her as though he’d cover every inch of skin. Gone was the practiced lover of nights ago. Another man replaced him.

This sensual man was fiercely protective, honest, and tender…qualities that unhinged her.