Page 59 of Saving a Scoundrel
“Ellie Spencer, I do love you.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Ellie closed hereyes at his soft words. She threaded her fingers into his hair and pulled his head back so that she could see his face. “Lucius, I’m going to need you to say that again. Louder.”
His grin spread. He kissed one corner of her mouth. “I…” he kissed the other corner, “love…” he kissed the tip of her nose, “you.”
The joy those three words brought with them bubbled up in her chest. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with every ounce of her happiness. Kissed along his jaw, kissed across his cheek up to his temple. With each kiss, she branded him with her love. Then Lucius’s fingers were in her hair, and he crushed his lips against hers. Gone was the soft brushing of lips and in its place a fire that she had only tasted in small part when he had kissed her before poured from him. He bit down playfully on her bottom lip. The sharp nip made her gasp. His tongue swept in her mouth hot and slick.
With the hand tangled in her hair, he changed the angle of the kiss. His other hand gripped her derriere and squeezed. She couldn’t hold back a soft moan. Ellie gripped the lapels of his jacket and let herself be engulfed in his fire. “Lucius, I want…” Could she say it? Was she supposed to tell him what she wanted, or maybe she should just let him lead the proceedings? He was the expert, after all.
“What do you want?” he said against her lips. “Tell me.”
She tugged on his jacket. “I want you to have on less clothing. I want…to touch you.” She drew a snake-like pattern across his chest with one finger. “I want to feel how hot your skin is under my hands.” She felt her cheeks grow hotter at her bold words.
“It’s burning for your touch.” Lucius stood, setting her on her feet in front of him. His gaze never left hers. He shrugged out of his jacket, letting it fall to the floor. Then he slowly unbuttoned the black silk vest. She was mesmerized by his fingers as they moved slowly from button to button. The vest joined the jacket on the floor. Next, he pulled on the ends of his cravat, his long fingers making quick work of the complicated knot.
Ellie gulped, her throat suddenly dry as she stared at the wedge of exposed skin at his throat. He pulled the tie on his shirt, and the expanse of golden skin grew. Her gaze darted up to his face. His trademark cocky grin was in place as though he knew exactly what he was doing to her. She crossed her arms under her breasts and raised an imperious eyebrow. “Shirt off,” she commanded.
“As you wish.” He reached down and tugged the shirt from his trousers, pulling it slowly over his head. The muscles in his stomach contracted and shifted as he lifted his arms over his head, and Ellie had never seen anything more erotic. She reached out to touch but pulled back before her fingers made contact, unsure what she was supposed to do. What was allowed.
Lucius gripped her wrist before she could pull it back. He gave a tug and placed her hand against the hard ridges of his abdomen. “Ellie, touch me. Do you remember in my office when I had my hands on you, inside you?”
She bit her lip and nodded. Those moments had been fueling her dreams for the last week. “Yes, it felt so good.”
He let out a low groan and rubbed the pad of his thumb across her lip. “I would feel the same if you touched me. Don’t back away from what you want to do. I’m yours tonight.”
His skin was just as hot and smooth as she had fantasized. She ran both her hands up and across his chest, where soft brown hair dusted the area circling his nipples. She traced across one with her fingertip, watching it pucker in response. Lucius let out a low growl. His hands at her shoulders, he abruptly turned her around and began to undo the button of her dress. His lips burned a path across her shoulders and neck as he made quick work of undoing the dress. Before she knew it, the green silk pooled at her feet.
Lucius didn’t give her any time for maidenly embarrassment. He was untying her stays before she could even think about how much of her was exposed. Her corset fell to the floor, and she was left in just her chemise, stockings, and heeled slippers. Then Lucius’s arms were around her, pulling her tight against him, his lips against her neck. “Soft.” He murmured in her ear. “I knew you would be…soft and luscious. Ellie, you are so beautiful.”
She smiled and leaned her head back against his chest so she could kiss his jaw. “You make me feel beautiful.”
His hands cupped her breasts. She gasped in delight as he gave them a gentle squeeze. Then his fingers teased her nipples, and she couldn’t help but writhe at the pleasure that shot down through her. Her bottom pressed against his hard manhood sending another jolt of lust straight to her core. Lucius’s arm banded around her hips. He ground her bottom against him again, and they both moaned.
Then he swung her around in his arms. His mouth plundered hers, his hands on her breasts. Ellie moved her hands over his back, tracing all the planes and dips of his muscles. Where had he gained all these muscles? This was not the body of a lazy rich boy. Lucius gripped her bottom and lifted her so that she had to wrap her legs around him, putting her already damp core right against his hardness; what had he called it? His cock. She experimentally rubbed herself against the front of his pants.
Lucius’s head fell back with a groan. “Ellie, you’ll be the death of my legendary self-control.” He walked them over to the bed and dumped her onto her back. Then he removed each of her shoes. Next, his hands were sliding up her stockings. When they hit the lace edge of her chemise, he slid the material slowly up inch by inch, stopping right before he exposed her most intimate parts. Her breath hitched as his fingers trailed along the inside of her thigh. His green eyes collided with hers. The passion in them made her melt against the bed on a sigh. Her body was his to do with what he wanted. He was the master, and she was his willing student.
He leaned down and ran his tongue across the skin right above lacy top of her stocking. “So pretty. But what I really want is to lick your pretty pussy.” He raised his head to look at her. “May I?”
She nodded because she had no words. Lucius pushed her chemise higher, exposing the curls of her mons. Then his thumbs parted her folds, and she felt his hot breath against her skin. His wicked tongue licked right along her seam. The sensation was exquisite. Her hips rose to meet his mouth without her even thinking. He let out that low sensuous growl again, and his hands came under her to grip her bottom, kneading the flesh and pulling her up against his mouth. He began to feast on her, his mouth open and hot against her sensitive skin and his tongue flicking at her pearl. Ellie cried out at the bursts of pleasure that teased her higher and higher until she felt like she couldn’t take any more. Could one explode from too much pleasure?
Then in the next moment, she did. The pleasure came to a sparkling climax that had her screaming out in ecstasy. The wave of sensation rolled over and over as Lucius continued to lick her. And then slowly subsided. She reached down to thread her fingers in his hair as he placed kisses along her stomach and over her hip.
When he lifted his head and looked up at her, his smile was wide, but there was a certain desperation in his eyes. Ellie took matters into her own hands before he thought of any foolish thoughts about pulling away as he had in his office. Tonight, she would have all of him. She sat up and scooted closer to him. He stood up, and his eyes widened as she took hold of the waistband of his trousers. She kept her eyes on his face as she undid the buttons of his falls. Sliding her hands slowly around to his buttocks, she gripped it in the same fashion he had grabbed hers, then gave the taut cheeks a squeeze.
Lucius stepped back. “Ellie, are you sure?”
“Yes, Lucius. I’m sure. Now get out of those trousers.”
“I love it when you are bossy.” He grinned and toed off his shoes. Next, he stepped out of his trousers. He stood still for a moment and let her look her fill at his lean muscled body. Ellie paused her perusal when she got to his cock, which jutted out from a thatch of dark brown hair.
Lucius gripped his long length with one hand and gave his cock a hard squeeze. “Ellie, I could come just from the desire in your eyes as you stare at me.”
Quick as a jungle cat, he was on top of her, pinning her hands above her head. “Don’t move.” He grabbed the hem of her chemise and pulled it over her head and off. He propped himself on one forearm, and with the other, he cupped her breast leaning in to lick the nipple. She brought her arms down so that she could touch him too, but he took her wrists and pulled them back up above her head. “No touching for now.” He gave her a swift kiss but then returned all his attention to her breasts, sucking the tip of one into his mouth. Ellie arched at the sharp pleasure that shot down to her soaking wet core. Then he moved to the other breast, massaging it and sucking on the nipple until she was writhing and calling out his name.
“Lucius, please. I need you…I need more.” She felt wanton, totally mindless with desire.
