Page 39 of Miss Ellis Unleashed

“Silk stockings,” she whispered.

“Only the best for a minx.”

“I did not buy them for you,” she explained.

“Perhaps not, but you have enjoyed torturing me with those brief glimpses of you wearing them, haven’t you?”

“I flashed my ankles because I expected it would drive you out of the house,” she admitted with a wince of discomfort.

“I know.” He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Now, when you flash your stockings at me, all I will want to do is fall to my knees at your feet. Hardly dignified behavior, but it’s the risk you’ll take in the future, Minx, when you tease an ardent admirer.”

It was quite odd to hear Throsby speak of desire so casually. It was also vastly flattering that she might provoke such a response from him. “In a lover, I would encourage such worship,” she teased.

Throsby nodded. “As you wish.”

He drew back immediately, moving off the settee until he was kneeling at her side. She leaned up to protest the loss of his body against hers, but then Throsby kissed the top of her foot and she laughed softly.

He gently removed her slipper and held her foot aloft in his hand, looking at it. And then he resumed kissing her, from the tip of her toes to the hem of her gown. Daisy’s breath caught each time he raised her skirt one inch after another, dropping unhurried kisses until he reached the ribbon she used as a garter at her knee.

He untied the bow with his teeth and set the ribbon aside.

And then he rolled down her stocking and stripped it away from her leg.

“I take it you don’t like silk stockings, after all?”

“It was in my way,” he promised before kissing her bare toes and then back up to her knee again. Daisy shivered with every kiss, every brush of lips, every breath against her skin. She thought she might combust should he kiss higher.

He did.

Her legs were already parted, and there was nothing but her flimsy gown and petticoat to impede his progress higher and higher. His lips were nearing the top of her thighs when he paused, panting hot against her thigh. “I want to keep kissing you until the end, Daisy. Do you understand? May I continue?”

She knew what his request would entail. He wanted to know her intimately. She’d overheard a widow whisper of wicked things done to her by a lover, and she’d thought of that as she’d achieved a release in her own bed many times. Throsby could use his mouth on her body to bring her undone. It was an intimacy she’d not expected, yet wanted to experience now with him.

She nodded. “You can do anything you want with me.”

He clucked his tongue. “That is not something you should offer a scoundrel so freely. I want quite a lot.”

She laughed and threaded her fingers through his hair. “I trust you not to get carried away.”

“I will do my best for you.”

“You always have,” she admitted, realizing that she deeply admired Throsby’s dependability. He had never truly let her down. He would not tonight, either.

She closed her eyes as his kisses resumed, and he held her legs apart. But her eyes flashed open again as he dropped a kiss directly onto her curls.

Then her mouth opened in a soundless wail as he parted her lower lips with his thumbs and kissed her hard down there.

It was torture!

It was bliss!

She squirmed and wriggled and thrust her hips up into his face at the pleasurable torment he provided her. And yet that still wasn’t close enough to bring her to release.

She gripped his hair, and when he kissed a spot so incredibly sensitive, she held his head firmly to that place. She felt the flick of his tongue and the suction of his mouth, and her back arched, pushing her sex hard against him in search of her climax.

She came suddenly, silently, and crashed down afterward, spent and blissfully stunned.

Throsby’s mouth softened against her before he turned his face slightly to rest his cheek upon her bare inner thigh, gasping for breath himself. She toyed with his hair, enjoying the sensation of it slipping through her fingers. But her heart fluttered as she looked down upon his head. He was the last man she’d ever imagined making love to her or developing deeper feelings for.