Page 49 of Juliet's Touch

Eric trailed kisses down her neck and along her shoulder. She tasted as if she’d bathed in lilacs and honey. Her contented sighs tickled his ear, and the hair on the back of his neck rose.

“Oh, Eric,” she breathlessly murmured.

He lifted her off her feet and settled her on the desk. Smiling, she tapped his leg with her toe—twice. There was no longer any doubt in his mind; his sweet temptress was definitely flirting, and by God, her playful touches were a potent aphrodisiac. Call him completely seduced.

He stepped between her swinging legs to nuzzle the crook of her neck, inhaling the promise of spring lilacs in the winter cold.

“Eric,” she whispered.

“Yes?” he asked as he trailed kisses to her ear.

“There is a picture in the book.” She pointed atThe Secret Life of Gentlemen,lying at his feet.

“What about it?”

Her exhale blew across his cheek, sending a pleasant shiver down the back of his neck.

“The man had the woman’s breasts in his mouth,” she said. “Do you think that feels good?”

Did she mean for the woman or the man? Not that it mattered because his answer was the same either way.

“I believe it does.” Craving her sweet flavor, he nibbled on her ear.

“Oh,” she said breathlessly.

“Would you like to know for sure?”Please let her say yes.

She bit her lips as she bobbed her head.

God, yes. He’d give this woman anything she wanted. He’d pluck stars from the heavens if she desired them. He’d collect an ocean’s worth of rainwater in a thimble if she asked. And her request hardly required a sacrifice on his part since he wanted to explore her body.

First things first, he needed to get her out of her nightdress. Taking his time, he slid the fabric from her creamy shoulders. The gown fluttered downward to pool around her waist.

His very own Aphrodite sat in front of him, her small, firm breasts bared, and her pupils unfocused.

He cupped those beautiful breasts in his palms, gently kneading the silky flesh with his thumbs.

Moaning softly, she arched her bosom upward.

Her sensuality combined with her innocence and sunny disposition had unraveled years of carefully honed discipline in a matter of days. Not that he begrudged her anything. He, in fact, adored everything about her.

He slowly traced circles around her areolas, spiraling inward to her rising peaks. The little red buds stiffened beneath his fingertips.

“They are so beautiful,” he said.

She worried her kiss-swollen lip. “You don’t think they are too small?”

Hell no. She wasn’t meant to be Rubenesque. She was a lean, graceful swan. “They are perfect.” And he had every intention of showing her just how perfect they were.

Salivating, he took one of her rosebuds into his mouth and suckled. As he’d anticipated, her nipples were as honey sweet as the rest of her. He suckled gently at first, and when her breath grew more erratic, he used his teeth to tug gently.

Sitting tall, she hissed with her undulation.

Pretending that he was a feather, and she was a flower petal, he brushed soothing, tender lips over her tips. Her eyelids drifted closed. she tilted her head back and moaned. Every utterance she made vibrated deep in his pelvis.

Already addicted to her flavor, he licked a circle around her areola before flicking his tongue over her nipple a half dozen times.

“Hmm,” she murmured as her fingers threaded through his hair.