Page 126 of To Catch A Rogue

And yet, not enough.

She wanted his fingers between her thighs, where she’d learned to take her own pleasure. Capturing his hand, she moved it up her thigh.

Charlie’s mouth broke from her skin.

"Impatient little minx, aren’t you? But as they say, ‘as my lady commands.’"

With another heart-shattering smile, he kissed his way down her abdomen, and Lark’s breath caught when his broad shoulders pushed her thighs wide. This was not what she’d intended.

"What are you doing?"

"There are some aspects of my education that are severely lacking," he admitted. "I like to take a scholarly approach to all things."

"Oh, yes, I’d noticed."

"A little practical experimentation never hurt anybody."

Cupping her ass in his enormous hands, he nuzzled between her thighs.

She was mortified, but the feel of his breath over her sensitive skin stayed her protests. And then the first trace of his tongue slicked over her, slow and curious.

Lark’s hands slapped back against the stone tiles, her entire body shamelessly splayed around him. All she could see was the blonde of his hair, darkened with water as his tongue skated over her again, and the sight made everything inside her tighten.

Streaks of pleasure seared her nerves. He missed the mark several times, and then his tongue stroked over that hard little nubbin, and Lark cried out, her thighs locking around his head, and one hand curling into his hair.Oh, God.

Charlie blinked at her, his lashes clinging together.

And then he smiled as if she’d given him the key to the kingdom.

"Aha," he said, and delved back between her thighs.

Tongue circling her clit, he suckled hard.

Lark gasped. She couldn’t take much more of this. The intensity of his touch was so much stronger than her own, and the illicitness of the situation made her ache. That wicked tongue wasn’t going fast enough. She wanted to rub herself against his face, careless of the abrasion of his stubble against her thighs. The knot inside her twisted tighter, and Lark’s fingernails dug into his scalp.

"Charlie! Oh, God!"

It struck her like lightning.

She cried out, shattering beneath his tongue. Pleasure lashed through her. Too much. Charlie gave her no mercy. His hot mouth clamped over her, and then her spine was bowing, her shoulders meeting the cold tile. She shoved his mouth against her, her body jerking as another aftershock tore through her.

And then she was collapsing bonelessly on the cold tile as Charlie lifted his head.

Somehow she found herself in the water again, wilted against his chest, her heart pounding a savage beat and her lungs heaving.

"Well," Charlie murmured, "that was interesting."

Lark smacked his shoulder with her palm, because of course he sounded smug.

Laughter rumbled through his chest, and he pressed her back against the wall of the pool, hands still soothing up and down her flanks.

Inch by inch, she was coming back to herself after the complete obliteration of her senses.

"You’re wicked," she managed to say.

"Determined," he pointed out, painting sweet kisses across her shoulders. "I’ve wanted to do that for years."

"Destroy me?"