Page 72 of Her Baseborn Bridegroom

“This is where you belong,” he said with satisfaction, his hand sliding up and down her thigh.

“And if I was dazzling in beauty people wouldn’t be saying I looked like a toad in a dress!”

That got his attention. “Who the fuck said that?” he asked angrily, his eyes bright.

“I don’t know. Everyone apparently. At least it explains why your brother jilted me.”

“They’re all fools,” said Mason, his eyes drifting shut again. “And Roland’s the biggest one of all . . . don’t know what they’re talking about.”

“That doesn’t matter anyway,” said Linnet briskly. “That’s not the point I was making.”

“Hmm. Kiss me Linnet.”

“What did you say?” Was he even following their conversation?

He gave a soft snore and she gazed at him in exasperation.

“Well, really,” she muttered beneath her breath.

Then her gaze softened. He looked so much more approachable in the soft candlelight, his brow now completely free of frowns. She brought her hands up to rest flat against his large tanned chest. Then brought them down his muscular stomach. His muscles bunched and rippled beneath her touch. He groaned and whispered her name. She hesitated. Should she stop? She didn’t usually get the chance to explore. Usually he took over long before she got the opportunity! She bit her lip. Well, he had told her to kiss him! She leaned forward tentatively and pressed a soft kiss to one of his flat nipples. So small and different from her own. When he didn’t react, she kissed the other one. Still nothing. Hmmm. They obviously weren’t sensitive like hers. When she went to move down further, she felt something hard bob against her thigh and realized he wasn’t unaffected by her ministrations. Hmm interesting. Carefully she shifted over him, until she was straddling his thighs, his erect manhood bumping against her belly as she leant forward to continue kissing the defined muscles on his stomach.

He groaned and reached down, capturing her head between his large hands, his fingers plunging into her hair. She could feel him gently urging her down and nothing loth, she shifted down his legs further until she was facing his very turgid manroot. So hard was it that it pointed straight up at her and Linnet stared at it with fascination. Of course, she was pretty well acquainted now with her husband’s appendage, but she had never seen it up close before. Whenever she tried to pet it usually, he rolled on top of her and pushed it between her thighs! His hands kept a steady pressure on her head, so she guessed she must be right where he wanted her. The crazy idea popped into her head that he might want her to kiss it! After all, he had kissed her in her most intimate place and it had been shockingly delightful. Feeling extremely daring, she bobbed her head forward and kissed it softly on the tip. Mason’s body jerked.

“Linnet!” he gasped and went rigid. She looked up to find him blinking down at her with a look of shocked surprise on his face. “What?”

When she tried to lean forward again, his hands clutched her scalp holding her off him. “Don’t sweeting,” he said, his voice sounded raw. “You probably shouldn’t do that.”

His chest was heaving like he’d run ten flights of stairs, she noticed. And quite frankly, though his hands held her in check, his man part was straining towards her as if it had a mind of its own.

“Why not?” she asked. “You kiss me there.”

“It’s not the same,” he said, sounding tense. “You won’t like it.”

She considered this a moment. “Would you like it?”

He made a choked sound.

She drew her own conclusions. “Let me try it.”

“Gods,” he moaned. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“I’m being nice to you. Stop being stubborn.”

“You’ll stop when I tell you to?” he asked in a strangled voice.

She nodded.

He groaned again and eased off his grasp on her head.

Linnet surged forward and kissed it again on the fat tip. She felt him relax slightly and give a relieved sigh as she kissed it again. Linnet frowned. That couldn’t be right, she must be doing something wrong. Then she remembered how he had pleasured her. Soft kisses at first, but then his tongue. Her frown cleared and she gave him a lingering lick that had his fingers digging back in her hair.

He shuddered. “Linnet!” A sharp groan. “Holy hells!”

She licked and licked all around the top and down the sturdy shaft until he was shaking and she was running out of ideas.

“Just . . . Stop,” he gasped.

“Stop?” When she tried to lift her head to look at him his hands tightened on her hair holding her in place.