Page 47 of The Best Marquess

Pippa glared at him, pressing her thighs together to ease her needy pussy, and he gazed at her with the wide-eyed innocence of a choirboy.

“Shoes and stockings next,” he murmured.

“Kick them off.”

“Pippa Pearl Knighton. Surely you aren’t giving me orders?”

She whimpered at his tone, so lighthearted and yet with an underlying hint of steel that said he commanded their play. Those growled words way back at the musicale should have been a clue; Finn absolutely could take control when he wanted to, she didn’t always have to lead the charge. That fact made her even wetter, and how on earth was that possible?

“Hardly,” she returned. “You’re the only one here who knows what to do. The master to my apprentice. And believe me, I am extremely relieved about that. It is one thing to have read textbooks and romance novels, but practical experience really surpasses both.”

Finn hesitated. “Indeed. A notorious rake, that’s me. Now, go and get into bed. A nightgown won’t be necessary.”

Heat jolted through her and she nearly sprinted over to the large bed. After pushing away the quilts, she climbed under the fine linen sheet and leaned back against the pillows, sighing in contentment at the sensual coolness against her overheated skin. Then she began idly petting the damp bush between her legs. “I should confess that I’m stroking my pussy right now.”

“If you give yourself an orgasm, you forfeit the game.”

She smiled sweetly. “But I don’t really lose, though, do I?”

“I guess it depends how badly you want my cock in that soaked pussy of yours. I can either have a lightning-fast sponge bath or an exceedingly slow one.”

Damn him, burning her up with those filthy, explicit words, just like the comte or the laird. He knew what she liked, a significant benefit to wedding one’s best friend.

Pippa squirmed on the bed. “Oh, very well,” she grumbled, holding up both hands. “See? Both where you can see them.”

“Good. Now pull down the sheet and play with your nipples. Pinch them. While I watch.”

Before her brain had even considered it, her hands moved to obey him, cupping the small mounds of her breasts and plucking the taut buds still tender from his earlier ministrations. “You’d better…oooh…be bathing quickly.”

She stopped when Finn removed his trousers and stood completely naked in the firelight. His thighs were hairy and well defined, his stomach flat. But it was his cock that transfixed her as he washed himself with the sponge; gracious it was thick.

“You are staring rather than pinching,” he said lazily.

“I’m thinking I probably need another orgasm before you try to er, plant that flagpole in fertile ground.”

Finn froze. “You dare use euphemisms in my presence? I think you forget who you are speaking to, madam.”

“Forgive me,” she said meekly, trying not to laugh in delight, for who else could she have such a conversation with? “What will you do?”

“First, I was planning to fuck your pussy with my tongue until you come in my mouth. I know the heady scent of your honey, and felt it on my fingers, but I’ve still not tasted it. I’m craving a taste.”

All amusement vanishing, Pippa shuddered with need as her clitoris throbbed unbearably. “So, you think to seduce me by quoting lines from A Wicked Comte, hmmm?”

“Is it working?”

God, yes.

She shrugged, and Finn marched over to the bed. He climbed on and prowled toward her on hands and knees, like some sort of fierce predator. Then he grasped the sheet in one hand and pulled it from her body.

Was it possible to orgasm from a gaze alone? Because the lust in his eyes was heating her blood to boiling point.

Pippa inhaled unsteadily. “Well, don’t just look. Lick.”

His brown eyes glittered. “Aye, princess.”

Finn curled an arm around each of her thighs, his shoulders forcing them wide apart. Then he leaned down, his breath gently ruffling the hair of her bush, teasing her yet again. But she couldn’t shove her pussy in his face, for he held her too securely.

Good lord. She was entirely at the mercy of her skilled, eager lover. Romance novel characters knew what was what, this was nothing short of magnificent.