Page 52 of His Scandalous Viscountess
She gasped and half turned in the tub so she could see his face. “You cannot mean that. Tariq is many things, but he is no abductor of women.”
Wolf’s brows rose up to his hairline. “Did he or did he not travel thousands of miles to woo you back into his bed?”
Her cheeks heated, and it had less to do with her bath or the fire, and more to do with discussing her former lover. “He did come to do that, yes, but he had other business interests to attend to as well. I was merely one of a number of concerns on his agenda. Not to mention, I suspect he will be far more occupied with one of his wives in the future, leaving him little time to court me. But I still believe that Tariq would not have done such a thing. Tonight’s dastardly deeds have Wallthorpe’s hands all over it.”
Wolf huffed a little. “I mostly agree, but, out of an abundance of caution, I plan to have both men examined closer. I’d already started checking Wallthorpe’s circumstances, but tomorrow I shall add your sheik to the list as a precaution.”
Anger prickled her skin as she turned back around. “I’m telling you that isn’t necessary. Tariq is no threat.”
Wolf grumbled. “And I am telling you, as a man who once lost you, it is very necessary to eliminate all possibilities.”
“Oh, stupid men,” she mumbled, as she leaned back against the curve of the tub.
He leaned in close to her ear again. “I’m right here, you know, and I can clearly hear you.”
“Well, bully for you.”
She wanted to be angrier, but she understood his desire to be certain about Tariq.
Wolf then dragged the cloth from her upper back to her shoulder, and then moved it across the front of her collarbone. “Pouting does not become you, Jules.”
He was right, but she would not agree so easily. “I amnotpouting. I am merely having a difference of opinion with you. But as long as you continue to touch me like that, I am less likely to be so adamant about my opinion.”
He chuckled, but then he hung the cloth over the edge of the tub and stepped away, only to return with a drying sheet. “Come out of that cooling water, before you become chilled and undo all the good the heat did.”
She stood, feeling like Aphrodite rising, and waited for all the water to sluice from her body before she stepped out of the tub. Then he was there, wrapping her in warmth once again. Her heart fluttered in her chest, but she refused to give in to the sensation. Love would only lead to heartache when they parted ways once more.
He finished drying her off and then smacked her bare bottom. “Into the bed with you.”
Laughing, she did as directed, crawling in after bypassing the prim nightgown that lay on a nearby bench. Sleeping in the nude was far more advantageous when lying next to a man like Wolf. And despite the evening’s drama, she found her body pulsing with a need to touch and be touched. Perhaps it was the result of the night’s events, or maybe it was merely being close to a man she desired, but she still wanted him. No, sheneededhim in a way she had never needed another man. Deep down inside, there was a part of her that still felt cold, and she was certain that only Wolf could thaw it with his desire.
Propped against the pillows on the bed—hisbed—she allowed the haze of lust to drop over her as she watched him remove his clothes. He stood where she could watch as he divested himself of his shirt, then his trousers, his undershirt, and finally, his drawers. He paused there a moment, letting her look her fill of his body. She took in the thick muscles that roped along his arms, his wide shoulders that tapered to a trim waist, and the long, well-defined legs that carried him. His cock lay long and thick in a semihard state, but it was growing with each moment she observed him.
“Come here, Wolf. I need you. I need to feel you touching me. Again.”
She shivered then, both her need and the cold within her growing again.
He crossed to the bed and climbed in, but he hesitated. “I think it would be best if you simply rested tonight. You have had quite a scare.”
His words warred with the aroused and very erect state of his shaft.
She was absolutely certain about what she needed, and it was not rest. At least not yet. “I did have quite a scare, you are right. For a moment, I feared losing you once more. I feared being taken away, never to see or touch you again. Now, let me be reminded that you are in fact here with me.” She reached out and wrapped her hand around his length. “That I can touch you as I please, and please you as I wish.”
She stroked along his length and watched as all vestiges of chivalry and gentlemanliness disappeared, to be replaced with stark desire.
A soft growl escaped him. “I don’t know if I can be gentle tonight. I fear I’m still rather wound tight, having nearly lost you.”
She pressed a kiss to his jaw, right where a small muscle ticked. “I don’t recall asking you to be gentle. I merely asked you to let me touch you.”
She continued to stroke his cock, gathering the bead of moisture that gathered at the tip and using it to slicken her movement. Done with talking, she focused on doing as she wanted, so she pressed a series of kisses to his chest, and then eased her way down his body as she continued to work his length. Then she reached her objective and quickly engulfed the head of his cock in her mouth. Replacing her hand with her lips, she sank down on him, swallowing him until her lips neared the base of his shaft.
“Bloody hell.” His mumbled words came as he sank his hands into her hair.
She reveled in the power of being able to draw such a response from him so quickly. But never one to sit on her laurels, she dropped one hand down to cup his balls as she continued to suck his cock. And when she stroked the expanse of skin between his sac and his rear opening, his hips bucked, forcing him deeper into her mouth, until he breached her throat.
As big and broad as his body was, he shook with his need to come, and she wanted him to, but as his movements grew more agitated, his hips flexing, driving deep into her throat, she reached back and pushed the tip of her finger into his backside.
He nearly leapt up off the bed. “Fuck, yes!”
