Her brows went up. “Tell me more.”
“I could bend you over that chair. I’d like to bend you over that chair—better yet, the table. Then you’d have something to hold onto.”
“Duncan Slorach, you have a very inventive mind.”
“You have no idea. I’ve done nothing but think about all the ways I want you for the last year and a half.”
“And I want you to show me every single one. Just as soon as I have my way with you.”
She bent and kissed his neck, just under his jaw. He’d forgotten how the feel of lips and the flick of a tongue there made his heart thunder and his cock throb. And then she was opening the buttons of his shirt, unfastening them one by one and placing light but potent kisses on the exposed skin. Her hands slid to his shoulders, pushing his livery coat off and sliding down his arms until she reached the sleeves and could unfasten the cuffs. With the cuffs open, she slid her hands up his forearms, making the hair there stand up on end.
Her lips worked their way down to the center of his chest, and then she sat back and grasped the shirt and pulled it over his head.
She looked down at him and clamped her lower lip between her teeth. “So this is what eighteen months of training looks like,” she said, running a hand over his chest and down his abdomen, stopping just before his waistband. “I only wish we had more light.”
“So you could see my pale skin and freckles?”
“Freckles? Do you have them everywhere?”
“I’m a ginger. It’s part of the curse.”
“Oh, I don’t think freckles are a curse.”
Spoken like someone who didn’t have a single one—that he’d seen, at any rate.
“I rather like them, especially in surprising places.” Her hand slid lower and cupped his straining erection. “Do you have freckles here?” she whispered.
“I have no idea,” he said honestly. He’d never thought to look.
“I’ll have to check another time. For now...” She flicked open the fall of his trousers, and he gasped as his cock sprang into her warm hand. She gripped him firmly, gently sliding her hand up the length of him then back down to the shaft.
“Lucy.”
She squeezed, and he groaned.
“You were saying?” she asked.
Duncan couldn’t remember what he’d been about to say.
Her hand slid up again, then down, her grip exerting the perfect amount of pressure. Duncan could feel the orgasm building already. That had been what he’d been about to say. “Lucy, I can’t—”
“Hold on just a moment longer,” she whispered, sliding down and off his lap.
He wanted to wait, but it had been so long since anyone had touched him there. And then he was aware that Lucy was between his legs, pushing them open. He looked down and saw her dark head bent over his cock. Her chestnut curls spilled over his thighs. The feel of her wet tongue circling the head of his cock forced his hips to buck off the edge of the cot. He cursed and fisted his hands on the cot again. He all but ripped the mattress as she clamped her lips over him and sucked.
“Lucy!”
But she either didn’t hear or didn’t care what he had to say. She slid down, taking more of him in her hot, wet mouth. Nothing had ever felt this good. He couldn’t hold on much longer.
She slid her mouth up then back down to the shaft, taking all of him, which was completely unexpected. He groaned and cursed and tried very hard not to thrust. And then she skated back up, her hand clamped around his shaft and moving up with her lips. Just as she reached the tip, she flexed her hand and sucked, and Duncan could not hold back any longer. With a growl, he came. The orgasm was explosive, but Lucy didn’t release him, her warm lips and the tight pressure of her hand heightening the pleasure.
Duncan slumped back, his body boneless. But his mind could not quite comprehend that Lucy Galloway—his Lucy—had just performed fellatio on him. Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined—oh, very well, he’d imagined it. But he’d never thought she’d actually do it.
And holy mother of God, she had done it with a skill he’d never expected. But he probably should have. Lucy did everything well.
She moved to sit beside him, and he opened his eyes. “I did not expect that.”
“I told you I would ravish you.”
