Page 27 of The Scot’s Seduction (Heirs & Spares #2)

“Oh, that wasn’t what he wanted,” she clarified.

“He had a family. He just wanted my virtue and my money.” She shrugged.

“He got the former but never the latter.” She took a breath.

“And in exchange, I got to understand that no matter how much privilege a woman has, she will never have more power than a man. That is why I do what I do. That is why I want your niece to have all the information possible before making a decision that will affect the rest of her life.”

“You’re certainly something, Lady Drusilla.”

Her lip trembled, and then he saw her regain herself. “And now I spend my time quashing any man foolish enough to enter my orbit.”

“As you did me,” he replied. “Though as you say, that did work out after all—I have a place to stay, someone to watch over my niece’s debut, and some new friends.” He heard her swallow. “Is that what I am to you?” he asked. “A friend?”

She shifted, and then she looked up at him again, her gaze on his mouth. Lady Drusilla was quite easy to read, he’d realized.

“Yes. A friend. A very special friend,” she said.

He had to ask, even though his impulse was to just do it. “Can I—can I kiss you?”

Her mouth widened into a smile. “Please do.”

He lowered his mouth to hers, at first just pressing his lips against hers.

Then he felt her tongue reach out to lick at the seam of his lips, and he opened to let her in, his fingers splayed against her back.

The fabric of her dress was smooth, and he slid one hand down to her waist, and then sideways so that one hand was grasping her rib cage.

“Mm, yes,” she murmured against his mouth.

Her hands were busy as well, her palms traveling under his suit jacket and his shirt, running over his entire back.

Then one hand went to his thigh, and he startled, which made her yank it away.

“Is this not—?” she asked, but he shook his head, taking her hand and returning it to where it was.

“Feel me wherever you want, my lady,” he said.

“My Scottish ram is very impressive,” she said, squeezing the muscles in his leg.

And she hadn’t even gotten there , he thought smugly.

The hand on his back slid to his shoulder, then his neck, gripping him tightly to her. Her kiss was frantic, desperate, as though she were trying to lose herself in it.

He could oblige her there.

He returned the kiss, their tongues dueling, the only sound in the room their gasps. Her fingers squeezed his thigh, and then she began to move her hand up, closer to there, but he grabbed her wrist to stop her.

She drew back, a puzzled frown on her face. “You don’t want—?” she began.

“Oh, I do,” he replied. “I very much do. But I want to do something for you first.”

He extricated himself from her hold and knelt on the carpet in front of her. Her mouth was red and puffy from their kiss. He put his hands on her legs, drawing them apart as she watched him, licking her lips, a hungry gaze in her eyes.

And then he drew his hands down to the hem of her gown, holding the hem in each hand, keeping his eyes locked on hers as he began to draw the fabric up. She gasped as she realized what he was planning, and then bit her lip again, her expression one of want and desire.

“I am going to kiss you again,” he said. The dress was now up at her knees. He could see the shadow of her thighs underneath the fabric. “But I am going to kiss you there, lick your sweet pussy until you release. Do you want that, Drusilla?”

“I want that, Ram,” she said, her words breathy.

“What do you want? Tell me.”

Her mouth curled into a wicked smile. “I want you to kiss my pussy until I come.” She gave a short laugh. “I had no idea Scotsmen were so...enlightened.”

“We might not have as many fancy parties as your lot,” Murdoch replied, “but that just gives us more time learn certain skills.”

He drew the fabric of her gown up over her knees, exposing her to his gaze.

She was already wet, and he put his thumb on her clitoris, pressing down just enough to make his presence known. She exhaled, her body shifting above him.

“Please,” she said. “Please.”

He had never heard her so needy, and it made him desperate to satisfy her, to give her the kind of orgasm she’d never forget.

He touched her outer lips with his fingers, then put one hand on her inner thigh to hold her open.

He was close enough now that he could smell her scent—warm and faintly musky.

Then he lifted the leg he was holding and raised it so he could drape it over one of his shoulders, opening her up wider for him.

“God damn it,” she said. “Do you want me to beg?”

“No need to beg, Drusilla. It would be my pleasure—and yours—to service you this way. I’m just taking a moment to appreciate the view.”

He drew nearer, and he heard her holding her breath, and then he darted his tongue out to flick its point against her clit. She gasped, and then he placed his mouth on her, swirling his tongue around as she began to emit tiny mews of pleasure.

And then he licked and sucked her, finding the rhythm to which she was the most responsive, holding her open for his ferocious onslaught.

There was nothing like this. Nothing like tasting a woman, inhaling her essence as you brought her to orgasm.

This was often more satisfying to Murdoch than when he came himself; he liked being able to give this most precious gift to a woman.

He wanted her to know just how lovely she was, how deserving she was of her own pleasure.

He wanted to worship her with his tongue, hear what noises she would make when she climaxed.

He kept working her, adjusting his actions based on her breathing, until he felt her body start to shake, the foot draped behind him kicking his back, her hands gripping the edge of her seat.

And then she was trembling all over, and he kept licking and sucking her until she gasped and emitted a high-pitched moan that was the most sensual thing he’d ever heard.

Her orgasm lasted a few minutes, her pussy fluttering with each spasm. He licked his lips, tasting her on his mouth, his cock iron-hard in his trousers.

When all the spasms had stopped, he drew back and looked at her face, smiling at the pretty flush on her cheeks. Her eyes were soft, and her expression was dreamy.

He’d done that. He’d made this formidable woman able to lose control.

“That was—” she began, then shook her head.

“Was?” he prompted.

“I can’t find words,” she replied, waving her hand in the air lazily. “You’ve undone me, Ram. I am undone.”

“Excellent,” he said, knowing he sounded smug and not caring at all.

“But what about you?” she asked suddenly.