Page 19 of His Scandalous Viscountess
Her green gaze sharpened as she eyed him warily. “And what is it you want?”
“Do not look at me as though I were Spring-heeled Jack.” He stepped closer to her, taking her hands in his. “I simply wish to have you in my bed again. The one night at The Market was not enough to satisfy my desires.”
She didn’t move, but her hands trembled in his. “And if I say no?”
Wolf sighed. “You are well aware that I would help you, no matter how you reply. I’m not such a cad as to desert you.” He tugged her hand, drawing her into his arms. “But I want to learn who you arenow, so I can appreciate the changes your life has wrought, as well as those things that remain the same. I need to taste and touch you, to see your hair spread across my pillows as I drive into your heat, and to hear you call my name as I pleasure you. I want you to let me make love to you.”
And then, before she could answer him, he snared her lips in a kiss. Licking into her mouth, he tasted, explored, and discovered. The sweetness of her breath mingled with his own as he grew drunk on her. His cock hardened, pressing against her. Then a loud whinny shattered the moment, causing them to pull apart, even as they gasped for breath.
Wolf tipped her face up so he could look into her sparkling emerald gaze. “Your answer, Jules?”
Worry flitted over her face as she bit her lower lip, the one swollen from his kiss. “Yes. But you must remember that the engagement is a ruse. We will reach a point where one of us will need to break with the other. I am happy to allow you to be the one to do that, since marriage is not a concern for me. I’d not rob you of your future family.”
He ignored everything she’d said after replying yes. He had little chance of a future family, but he refused to point out the truth of the matter, since it changed nothing. “Where would you prefer to meet for our trysts? I am happy to come to you.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh, no! Ros would certainly notice your visits.”
“Yes, I suppose she would. And you can’t very well be seen coming to and from my residence. I suppose we could continue to make use of The Market. Though I would suggest you come masked and with a cloak, since there is little point in continuing to invite scandal.”
A warmth he could not explain enveloped him.
“Very well. I am sure my mother will desire to have us over for dinner, so I shall be in touch soon. Now, it seems we should stroll back and make something of a show of our being enamored with each other.” She winked saucily at him. “Though I suppose your rather obvious erection may illustrate the point just as well.”
Wolf felt his own cheeks heat at her comment. “Give me a few moments, and I shall bring my wayward cock to heel.”
He turned away and tried to think of anything that might aid his predicament. Unfortunately, the soft scent of jasmine wafted from Julia, teasing and tormenting him. Willing his erection to settle down was not working with her so near. With a growl of frustration, he took a step further away from her scent, and deeper into the copse, where he could not be seen from the nearby path.
Standing with his eyes closed and his hands fisted, he drew a deep, cleansing breath. With the next one, however, the jasmine returned. He opened his eyes to find Jules had followed him, and was even now studying him. And when his gaze clashed with hers, desire flared hot and bright between them.
She stepped up to him, removed her glove, reached out, and cupped his straining erection. “Let me help you.”
Wrapping his fingers around the delicate bones of her wrist, he warred with himself. A gentleman would refuse her offer, but he reminded himself that he was no gentleman. He was a bastard, after all. “How?” he asked in a raspy voice, while fighting for control.
She opened the placket of his trousers and freed his hard shaft. Despite the cooling shade of the copse of trees, a light sheen of perspiration broke out on his brow as he stood in a public park with his cock exposed.
She shot him a coy look from beneath lowered lashes. “I could stroke it for you.”
As she put action to words, his knees wobbled. The warmth of her hand contrasted with the air around them, only highlighting how good her touch felt. “Yes,” he groaned.
His hips jerked forward, pushing his length into her firm grip. Lids lowered to half-mast, he watched as her tongue snaked out to trace her lower lip. He wished it washistongue tracing that plump line, but at the moment, it was taking all his focus just to remain standing.
Then she looked up at him. “Or…”
She suddenly sank to her knees, careful of her skirts, and his heart skipped multiple beats.
“I could kiss and lick it for you.”
And again, she followed through on her suggestion.
As her lips touched his cock, his blood thundered through his veins. For a moment, it felt as though his skin was no longer capable of containing his blood, his pleasure, and everything that he was. The stroke of her tongue had his knees giving out, yet he somehow remained standing. Jolt after jolt of bliss shot through him when she wrapped her lips around him and swallowed his cock. She took him deep into her throat in a single motion that had him gliding into heaven. When she pulled back and then sucked him in again, his body shook as his balls drew up tight.
“Jules, I’m going to come.”
He pushed the warning past clenched teeth as he tried to hang on long enough to give her a chance to release him.
Instead, she reached up with her ungloved hand and cupped his sac as she gently rolled it over her fingers. Lost to the pounding need to blow, he gave up his fight and came hard. She continued to work him with her lips and tongue as he pumped his seed into her mouth. Without missing a beat, she caught every drop, and even delicately swiped at him as she pulled away.
He stood there dazed by his intense orgasm, while she tucked his now softened cock back into his trousers and stood up.
