Page 83 of Undercover Duke

He groaned as he stood to unfasten his trousers. “Pretend you’re bathing. Better yet, pretend I’m bathing you.”

“Ohhh.” Why did the very idea make her all trembly?

Feeling a bit self-conscious, she began to rub her breasts. It felt so-o-onaughty, especially since he still wore half his clothes.

But not for long. As she fondled her bosom shamelessly through the opening of her shift, he continued undressing, his gaze eating her up. “You’re a feast for a man’s eyes, my wanton wife.”

She surveyed his now-bared chest with its impressive muscles, then his undertrousers, or whatever they were called, which were bulging impressively. “As are you, my wanton husband.”

Only when he was completely naked did he resume his seat in front of her. Spreading her legs, he said in a harsh rasp, “And I do believe I’m ready for dessert.” He pulled her shift up just enough so he could thrust his head beneath it.

Then he kissed her right on her privates, a spot she’d never imagined anyone wanting to kiss. As she caught his head to her, he began to stroke her down there with his tongue. At first it tickled, but the more he used his tongue in long, hot caresses, the more it stirred her already heightened senses. And it was . . .marvelous.He made her quiver on the inside, he made her quiver on the outside, he made her quiver everywhere a woman could.

Oh.Heavens. How amazing! The man was clearly a master of the bedchamber.

As she squirmed beneath the rasps of his tongue, his thumbs stroked small circles on the inside of her upper thighs, which had suddenly become quite sensitive.

“This . . . seems very . . . wicked,” she choked out.

He paused long enough to ask, with a ghost of a smile, “Do you mind being wicked?”

“With you? No.”

“Good,” he ground out, then returned to teasing her down there with his lips and tongue and teeth until she thought she might explode out of her skin.

“Sheridan . . . I want . . . I want . . .”

“What do you want, my wicked wife?”

“You . . . inside me. . . .”

He tormented her a bit more with his clever tongue, then asked, “Are yousurethat’s what you want?”

“Oh, yes . . .please. . .”

“Very well,” he said, and wiped his mouth on her shift.

Then he pulled her off the table and onto him, so she was straddling his thighs, with her knees resting on either side of his narrow hips on the seat of the wide chair.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“If you want me inside you, then mount me.”

She blinked, at first not understanding. Then it dawned on her. He wanted to do what they’d done last night, only in reverse. How very . . . intriguing.

And this way, she would have all that male glory in front of her while she “mounted” him.

“Well?” he asked, with one eyebrow quirked up and his lips smirking.

“That sounds like something I might enjoy.”

“Might? I will make sure you do.” He grabbed the hem of her shift, which was already bunched about her hips. “But first, let’s get rid of this.” And with a quick motion of his hands, he dispensed with her shift. “That’s better,” he said, his eyes gleaming.

“You like seeing me naked, don’t you?” she said, preening a bit.

“You’re still wearing stockings.”

“Shall I take those off, too?”