Page 52 of Charlotte's Kisses

“Is your chamber door locked?” he asked.

“Uh, huh,” she murmured.

Thank fuck. He slid his hand beneath the flimsy fabric and cradled one breast—such soft skin and the perfect weight. He hummed in appreciation.

Her head flew back as she emitted a sensual gasp.

Only a God could turn this innocent lady into molten pliancy, so he must be Lord of the world.

What an arrogant arse he was. He chuckled at himself, until his cock spasmed, reminding him that it had immediate needs.

“Let us never fight again,” she said as her hands caressed his chest.

“Never.” Although, if this was reconciliation, the occasional spirited debate might be worth exploring.

She fiddled with a button. “We should get you out of these wet clothes before you catch your death.”

“And so I can fuck you senseless.” He immediately regretted his ungentlemanly words. Why was he always saying such indecent things to her? This was not some doxy he could whisper filthy things to.

“Oh, yes. Please.” She ripped at his shirt. A button popped free and flew across the room. “’Tis all I think about.”

He smiled against her cheek. How glorious. His innocent sweetling liked filthy talk. Since he loved to whisper wicked things in a woman’s ear, he would take advantage of her delightful predilection.

“Are you wet for me, Firefly?” he asked.

She whimpered.

While pinching a nipple between his fingers, he slid his other hand beneath her dress, then up her silky thigh.

She quivered.

Her legs were as luscious as her breasts, and her quim?Delectable. He salivated in anticipation.

“Shall I check to see if that pretty little cunt of yours is weeping for me?” he asked.

“Yes,” she panted right before her lips crashed against his.

He traced tiny circles on her inner thighs, eventually sliding his attention inward and upward until he reached her mound. Taking his time, he played with her feminine curls until he was rewarded with raspy whimpers.

She swung her legs onto his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately.

How satisfying it would be to make her come over and over again with just his hands and his words.

Sliding two fingers into her wet folds, he pumped into her. He was gentle at first, taking note of her mewls of pleasure and increasing the pressure as her greedy walls begged for more.

He broke from their kiss to coo, “I dare say you like being finger fucked,” punctuating his salacious accusation with a curling middle finger.

She bucked against his hand. “Yes.”

“Hmm. I wonder what else my naughty Firefly likes,” he taunted. “Perchance my mouth fucking that sweet cunny.”

She moaned.

Damnation, this was fun.

“Or my cock pounding into your honey cave?”

“Yes. Please, yes,” she begged.