Page 71 of Charlotte's Kisses

She popped the rest of the strawberry into her mouth and chewed, the delicate muscles in her neck working as she swallowed. “I do so love strawberries and chocolates,” she said enthusiastically. Thereupon, her voice became raspy. “And brandy when I taste it on your skin.”

Splendid. Then he would coat himself in liquor. But first, he would kiss her breathless. He placed his drink on the tray and reached for her.

She backed away, a sparkle in her eyes.

“Do not tease me, Firefly. My body cannot take much more want. I fucking ache. Every inch of me.”

Grinning, she took another step back. “But we just fucked this morning.”

Hell’s teeth, he loved it when she said filthy words. “Say that again.”

She blew him a kiss. “We just fucked this morning.”

“Again,” he growled.

“Fucked,” she whispered.

He instantly had her in his arms, his lips slamming against hers. He lapped up the taste of chocolate, strawberries, and ambrosia. As their tongues explored, he removed her hairpins, dropping them onto the floor. Once her hair was free, he grabbed fistfuls and pulled. Her head tilted back, allowing his tongue deeper.

Seconds into their passionate kiss, she pulled back. “Hugh, wait.”

Damn, him to hell. In his overzealousness, he had been too aggressive.

“I am sorry.” He tenderly ran a hand over her cheek. “So very sorry. I did not mean to hurt you.”

She blinked, her golden eyelashes fluttering. “You did not hurt me. Your kisses are delicious.” Her lids hung heavy over pupils glazed with lust as she chewed on her lip.

“What is it then? You can tell me anything.” He traced gentle swirls on her jaw. “You can ask the world of me, and it is yours.”

“Could we play a game?”

Hell yes. “What game? What are the rules?” Not that he gave a shite about rules. He was a willing participant in whatever she conjured.

“To play, we must be naked,” she said.

Without hesitation, his fingers undid his cravat and tossed it to the ground.

She giggled. “Keep track of that because we will need it.”

For bondage? As a blindfold? He hopped from one foot to the other like an excited child. She clasped her hands together and watched him, a wide grin consuming her lovely face.

He was out of his clothing in an instant. He spread his arms wide. “Ready. Your turn.”

“I require some assistance.” She turned her back to him.

He attempted to unbutton her dress with care. Truly, he did. But his fingers trembled, making it impossible to slide the miniature buttons through the minuscule slits. His beast within demanded he yank on the fabric, so he obeyed. Buttons flew, pinging off the furniture. Good thing Lucy was an adept seamstress.

Undaunted by his forceful tug, Charlotte peered over her shoulder and smiled. “My stays.”

This time, he took his time untying each ribbon, enjoying every inch of revealed unblemished skin. Once unfastened, her stays slid to the floor. She stepped over them and faced him.

He hissed as he took in the voluptuous Venus before him. Her full breasts heaved with her breaths. Her soft belly tapered in to a tiny waist, then widened into luscious hips. Those strong hips always took every thrust he offered. His gaze lingered on the mass of curls hiding her quim, before traveling down her soft, sturdy legs that knew how to adeptly cocoon his hips as he slid in and out of her.

His cock twitched.Twitchedmight not be the correct word. The damn thing danced a blasted jig. She noticed and licked her lips. As if he wasn’t already on fire, her gaze heated his skin another million degrees.

He retrieved his cravat from the pile of discarded clothing and held it up. “Tell me, what is this game?”

“Close your eyes.”