Page 76 of Juliet's Touch

Chapter twenty-three

Julietsprawledinhischair, her disheveled hair cascading over her shoulders like a golden waterfall. Her lips remained parted, as did her thighs—thighs as soft as silk and leading to a quim the flavor of salted honey. Eric involuntarily licked his lips, tasting her delicious orgasm.

“Mmm,” he murmured. His cock throbbed its agreement.

The devil take him, but he selfishly wanted her—heart, soul, and body. Yet, his niggling questions remained. First and foremost, was the illegitimate son of a marquess worthy of a baron’s daughter?

He knew the correct answer; he simply refused to accept it. To hell with superficial rules made by supercilious men. That being said, could he truly provide her with the life she deserved?

She deserved to be loved and cherished, and he could do that in spades. Ultimately, she needed to make her own decision, he concluded. He would present his offer, and she could either accept or reject it. Not giving her a choice because he thought heknew what was best for her was patriarchy at its worst. He would not be that kind of man.

Now that all of that was settled, one more question remained. Should he give her delicate cunny time to heal before shoving his throbbing cock deep inside her? He had worked her over, and the way she’d come apart on his tongue was evidence of her enjoyment. His chest puffed as if he were a cocksure peacock. He probably hadn’t needed the instructional manual, since his instincts and desires told him precisely what to do. Still, it had been fun to look at, and he’d picked up a bit ofye’ol’ tongue swirling artistry—the author’s words, not his—from the detailed descriptions.

“A silver shilling for your thoughts,” Juliet said.

Honesty was well and good, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to admit that he’d been stroking his own ego or that he’d learned cunny eating skills from the book. Well, he’d actually mastered them on her sweet quim. The point was, even when a man was trying to be a better communicator, he still needed to keep a few things to himself.

“I enjoyed your ministrations,” she said with a mischievous grin. “Everything felt quite lovely.” Staring at his torso, she gnawed on her kiss-swollen lip. Her gaze slid lower, landing on the bulge beneath his trousers.

“Oh, my.” She licked the length of her top lip.

It seemed he had his answer; Juliet was ready.

His heart hammering, he slid his trousers down his legs. His small clothes followed. His stiff rod sprang free, the mushroom-shaped head pointed at Juliet and vibrated as if expressing an ecstatichuzzah!

Her appreciative hum was more than he could handle. With a feral roar, the beast within him escaped its carefully constructed confines, bursting forth to frolic.

“I want to tup you until neither of us can see straight,” he blurted.

Her gaze remained glued to his jutting arousal. “Then come and get me,” she said, in a deep, sensual voice he didn’t recognize.

She didn’t have to ask him twice. He was in front of her in an instant. Looping his forearm beneath her, he easily lifted her feather-light body. Then, cradling her in his arms, he carried her to the bed, tossing her onto the mattress.

He was about to pounce when the adoration in her eyes calmed his wily beast.

“Are you sure?” he asked. As much as he wanted her, this needed to be her choice.

“Yes.” She reached for him.

Leaning on his elbow, he stretched out alongside her. The glow from the bedside lantern played in her hair and illuminated the twinkle in her eyes.

Luxuriating in touching her, he traced figure eights around her breasts. Her pert nipples reached for the ceiling. He continued downward, drawing the same shape around her navel as she emitted sensual-sounding sighs.

He couldn’t help but grin.

“I love your smile,” she said.

So, she’d said before. He’d aim to smile a hundred times a day just for her.

“May I touch you, too?” she asked.

His cock pulsed with excitement.

She must have taken notice because she giggled. “I will take that as a yes.”

An emphaticyes. Like a submissive puppy, he rolled onto his back, anticipating her touch. If he had a tail, it would be wagging joyfully.

She leaned over him. Her fingertips explored his pectorals, then slid down his abdomen, leaving tingling flames in their wake.