Page 66 of The Lyon's Pretty Pugilist

If only he would touch her deep inside the way he had a few nights ago when she’d blissfully soared above her body.

Her wish came true as his long finger slid inside her and swirled about before circling inward to gently skim over her pearl.

“You are so perfectly wet,” he said.

Indeed. Practically drenching the counterpane as he rhythmically pumped into her.

He added a second finger. “I want to drink you in. Taste your essence.”

Did “tasting” mean what she thought it did? Because the idea of his mouth on her cunny terrified her. But only until it titillated her. Wanton creature that she’d become, she quickly warmed to the idea of his tongue mimicking his fingers. She moaned and arched her back.

As Nicolas kissed his way down her belly, his whiskers tickled herflesh. Then, his head dipped between her thighs. Peering up at her, he held her gaze as the flat of his tongue licked the inside of one thigh and then the other.

The sensation was so foreign that her hips bucked. Chuckling, he pinned her to the mattress as he kissed, licked, and sucked. His lids hung heavy over mischievous eyes as he edged closer to her slit. If his intent was to taunt her and make her wild with lust, he’d achieved his goal. She writhed with desire.

With long, lazy licks, he traced her opening with his tongue. He was so close to where she needed him to be.Just another inch. Please, she willed him.

Her silent plea worked, and he licked the length of her slit.

“Yes,” she cried.

His nose lightly grazing her sensitive nub, he sniffed, then moaned into her folds.

Threading her fingers in his hair, she ground her cunny against his tongue, encouraging him with pleas of “Yes,” “Please,” and “Oh, Nicolas.”

When Coach’s students hadn’t known she and Franny were listening, they’d talked of doing taboo things to a woman’s quim with their mouths. Josie had thought it dirty and debased. Oh, how wrong she’d been.

This glorious gift Nicolas bestowed upon her was pure and heavenly. If the way he inhaled her scent and feasted was any indication, he was enjoying this act as much as she was. She was utterly convinced that Nicolas Wentworth cherished both the brash fighter and the passionate woman.

Her pleasure built and whirled. She rested her head on the mattress and closed her eyes.

His finger joined his tongue, their tempos synching.

Her thighs tensed and her toes curled.

Nicolas inserted a second finger. As his tongue doled out decadentpleasure, his fingers curled in a come-hither motion. She lifted her hips and slammed her pelvis against his face.

His guttural moan was her undoing. “Nicolas,” she cried as the cyclone brewing within her exploded. Golden sparkles burst behind her eyelids. Feeling like a million glittering pieces, she soared.

When her mind and soul floated back to her body, she found herself cradled in Nicolas’s strong arms. She snuggled against him.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

He chuckled. “I should be thanking you.” He brushed tangled strands of hair from her eyes. “Are you ready for round two?”

Enthusiastically ready. Her giggles bubbled. “Put your toe on the scratch line, my lord, and let the round begin.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

As Nicolas heldJosie close, Bessie Dove-Lyon’s words echoed in his mind.Breeding does not make a lady, and his ancestors do not define a man.

Was she trying to convince him that Josie was a lady despite not having an aristocratic upbringing? Because he’d already come to this conclusion. However, his opinion did not matter to theton. Was she also trying to tell him that he didn’t have to follow the cursed path of his ancestors? If so, why had she made it impossible for him to save his family from ruin? And more importantly, why in the blazes was he thinking about the perplexing widow while the most beautiful woman in the world lay naked in his bed, inviting him to a romping round two?

Josephine’s breathing had steadied, and her dark hair tangled about them in a silky shroud. Her soft but deadly hands lay on his chest, and her unfocused pupils stared at him with adoration.

He inhaled her scent as he kissed the top of her head.

“I may not be experienced,” Josie said. “But I believe we need to get ye out of these.” She bit her bottom lips as she tapped his falls.