Page 39 of Cruel Shame

“Very well,” he said as he brought his glass to his lips. “I will permit manual stimulation.”

“A hand job?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Could you refrain from being crude?”

“Right.” I pressed my lips together to suppress a smile. “Can I stick my finger up your ass, then?”

Kendrick choked on his drink, his face purple. “Absolutely not!”

I raised a hand and giggled. “It was a joke.”

He snatched the glass from my hand, stormed across the room, and slammed it on the table. When he returned, his eyes were so dark with rage and fire and lust that I thought he might rupture something.

Kendrick bared his teeth. “If you mean to mock—”

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and silenced him with a kiss. For the next few heartbeats, he became as rigid as the stick up his ass. Then his lips moved against mine, and he backed me toward the door.

Part of me wondered if this was the prelude to being kicked out and made to sleep in the hallway for my insolence, but instead, he pinned me against the wall and plundered my mouth.

Kendrick’s kisses were forceful, his tongue exploring, probing, claiming. I melted against his hard body and moaned. All thoughts of Kendrick being a skittish virgin disappeared into the ether. He kissed like he knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it. He kissed like a man in charge.

He drew back and raised his brows. “Any further comments you’d like to get out of your system before my penance starts?”

I stared up at him through hazy eyes. “Just one,” I murmured through panting breaths. “Please do that again.”

Kendrick hooked his forearms under my legs and hoisted me up to his waist. I wrapped my legs around his hips, so my slit was flush with the bulge in his pants. Anticipation skittered up my spine. In all the years I’d been with Sammy, he’d never fucked me against the wall. Kendrick ground his clothed erection against my pulsing clit, sending sparks of pleasure down my spine and into my core.

His strokes were slow, sensual, spine-tingling, making my core clamp with the need to be filled. I couldn’t remember the last time I rubbed against a bloke like this, but it was both the most frustrating and erotic experience I’d had in years. As I was clinging onto him like a koala in heat, all I could do was take the pleasure and hope he’d escalate.

For what felt like forever, we humped against the wall kissing, groaning, moaning, panting until my head spun and every muscle in my body trembled. Molten heat flooded my folds, and ecstasy built up behind my clit like lava about to erupt. But there was too much fabric between us, and not enough friction. I needed fingers or a dick or a tongue.

“Please,” I whispered.

“What do you want?” he snarled in my ear.

“I need more.” My fingers curled around the collar of his herringbone jacket. “Fingers, tongue… anything.”

Kendrick drew back, making me moan from the loss of contact. He wrapped an arm around my waist and carried me across the room, depositing me on the four-poster bed.

My gaze dropped to the huge erection tenting his pants, making my mouth flood with saliva. If I could get to see that glorious organ once more before I came, this trip to London might become worthwhile.

I stretched out both arms, beckoning him close. Kendrick straddled me on the bed and continued those heart-stopping kisses. They travelled down my jaw and neck and collarbone, and my nipples tightened with the need to be touched.

When he sucked on a spot beneath my collarbone, my eyes rolled to the back of my head and I shuddered. For someone so virginal and uptight, he was surprisingly good at pleasuring a girl without laying a finger on an erogenous zone.

As he ground against my clit and held me in place by the waist, questions floated into my mind. How did he get so good at this? Was this the extent to what Elizabeth allowed him to do? I shoved those thoughts aside and focused on the glorious sensations. Today was too good an opportunity to waste thinking about that lying, little twat.

I pulled at his jacket. “Take it off.”

“Make me,” he snarled.

Challenge accepted. Slipping my hands down his broad back, I bucked against him, increasing the friction until I grabbed both cheeks of his muscular ass. This was better, but still not enough. Kendrick threw his head back and moaned. I clamped my lips around his neck and sucked, making his entire body stiffen.

“Do you know how much better this feels without clothes?” I murmured.

“Lilah,” he growled.

“I want you to kiss me everywhere. You can stop me if we go too far.”