Page 44 of Saving a Scoundrel
“Um, well.” Her hand on his chest seemed to sear him. He took hold of her wrist, intending to set a few inches between them. But her lilac eyes stared up at him, and like before on the chaise; she looked flushed. And unsure. And so beautiful. The words left his mouth before he could censure himself. “There is great pleasure for both partners when a man licks at a woman’s center. The more desire a woman feels, the wetter her pussy becomes.”
Ellie’s eyes went round as saucers.
He was probably going to go to hell, but the image of her lying in his bed rose unheeded. Her legs spread just for him. Her moans mirroring his own as he ate her pussy made him semi-hard already. He leaned closer. “How did you feel, Ellie, when you read those words? Did you feel hot? Did you feel wet?”
She nodded. Her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips, and all his well-laid plans to not kiss her went out the window. He captured her mouth, dipping his tongue into her mouth at her moan. Sliding his lips across hers felt like coming home. She responded immediately, her tongue tangling with his. Her arm circled his neck, and her fingers clutched at his hair. Lucius slid an arm around her waist and pulled her close. He was lost; this tiny woman somehow had captured every ounce of his control and crushed it under her heel.
Keeping her mouth prisoner, he swiveled them against the door. He reached out one hand and turned the lock. The sound of the key scraping against the lock had Ellie pulling back to look up at him with surprise. He paused, his heart racing. Then she reached both hands up to grip his face and kissed him again. Her mouth was so hot and sweet he never wanted to come up for air. He slid his hand down to grab a handful of her lush backside through far too many layers of clothing. He kissed his way across her cheek. “Ellie, what are we doing?”
“I don’t care. Just don’t stop.”
He buried his head in the crook of her shoulder, placing open-mouth kisses along the creamy skin of her throat. Then, swiveling them again, he walked them back toward the chaise. Their path jagged, they finally reached their destination. Lucius sat and pulled Ellie onto his lap. This freed a hand to explore and how he wanted to explore. Sliding his hand up to cup her breast, he placed a kiss on the top. The skin was so soft it made him groan. “Ellie, your breasts are magnificent.”
She giggled. “They are just breasts.”
“Magnificent breasts.” Placing a kiss on the other one, he stroked a finger across the skin right above the neckline of her dress. The shiver it elicited from her gave him more satisfaction than anything he had felt in a long time. He wanted to show her more. He wanted to be the instructor of her pleasure. Be the first to capture every sigh, every moan. Her dress tied in the front in a crisscross of blue satin ribbon. He untied the bow and tugged loose the ribbons. Underneath the corset barely contained the swells of her breasts. The sight of them straining above the edge made his cock push against the falls of his pants.
Ellie writhed under his stare. “Lucius.”
The need in her voice snapped him back to attention. He would not leave her unsatisfied. He placed another open-mouth kiss on her breast. Then he raised his eyes to looked up at her. “Ellie, do you ever use your fingers to pleasure yourself when you lay alone in bed?”
She bit down on that plump lower lip and nodded.
“It’s even more pleasurable with a partner. Can I show you? I promise not to go too far. Only as far as you wish me to.”
She writhed again, her hand cupped his cheek. “Yes. Show me.”
He moved Ellie off his lap, so she lay back against the cushions. Then he reached down to grip her ankle. Sliding her skirts up, he placed a kiss against the silky fabric there. Then he made his way slowly up to her calf and next to her knee placing kisses along the way. When he reached the satin ribbon that secured the top of her stocking he bit back a moan as his lips slid from the silky fabric to the smooth expanse of her bare skin. All the time, Ellie stared down the length of her body at him with luminous eyes as though she was memorizing every detail of the experience.
He moved back up to kiss her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she kissed him with abandon, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth, her teeth nipping his bottom lip. Her fiery eagerness enflamed him. Drinking in her passionate kisses, he moved his hand slowly up her thigh, trailing his fingers ever closer to where he wanted to bury them in the warm softness of her womanhood. She gasped as he ran one finger down through her curls. Finding that most sensitive pearl in between her folds, he flicked it gently, and Ellie sighed against his mouth. She was damp against his hand, but he would have her soaked before he was done.
He rubbed small circles with his thumb, and Ellie broke off their kiss with a moan.
“Yes, just like that,” she demanded. She gripped his jacket with both hands and buried her face in his shoulder.
“As you wish.” Knowing that he’d found the rhythm that drove her mad, he smiled triumphantly into her hair. He inserted his middle finger into her channel and won another low moan from her. She bucked her hips against his hand as he continued to play with her pussy. “Yes, darling, use my hand. Find your pleasure.”
She was soaking wet now. He wanted nothing more than to dive under her skirt and finish her off with his mouth. Taking a deep shuddering gulp of air, he marshaled his ragged self-control. He would not corrupt this woman. He was a goddamn gentleman.
Ellie pulled back from his shoulder. Her head bent back with a cry of pleasure as she reached her climax. Her pussy pulsed around his finger, and her hips thrust up against his hand. He gentled his touch, letting her come down slowly off the edge. Then he bent forward and kissed her, sipping at the last of her bliss.
“Ellie, you will ruin me,” he whispered. He removed his hand from under her skirt and slowly licked her essence from his fingers. The sharp taste of her making him groan at his self-denial.
He gathered her close, and she pressed her lips to his throat, placing a kiss against his racing pulse. What was he doing with his hand up Ellie Spencer’s skirts? She was far too good for him. He was planning to marry another woman, for fuck’s sake. Closing his eyes, he drew in a deep breath.
“That’s enough lesson for one day, kitten. I better get you home.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Ellie stared downat their intertwined fingers as the hack rumbled along Bond Street. Her white gloves were a stark contrast to his dark kidskin ones. Lucius had been unusually quiet on the trip back to the Dearborn’s townhouse. Every time she dared to look over at him, he smiled briefly and squeezed her hand, but the awkward silence remained between them.
Their interlude this afternoon in his office had been astonishing and overwhelming. She never reached such a peak of pleasure by herself. Her cheeks warmed as she thought of Lucius licking his fingers after pulling them from under her skirts. His moan of pleasure had sent a fresh jolt of pure lust to her core. And the words he’d whispered against her mouth,you’ll ruin me, had filled her with a sense of power. She had seduced Lucius Grisham. She couldn’t keep her lips from turning up into a smile.
She understood that Lucius probably felt he was the one who seduced her; no doubt his silence had to do with gentlemanly guilt. But she did not feel an ounce of guilt. They may have sinned according to her father, but this man was meant to be hers, and she planned to use everything in her arsenal to convince him.
She glanced up at him again. “Lucius, don’t look so tortured. It’s insulting.”
Lucius’s eyes widened with incredulity. But whatever he was going to say was interrupted by the carriage door opening. Lucius paid the driver and then helped her down. They entered the townhouse in silence.
