“Use your tongue,” she said on a gasp as he did just that. “Put your fingers inside me. Another.Yes.” She couldn’t think anymore as his tongue and his fingers brought her unspeakable pleasure. Just when her hips bucked and she was ready to climax, he pulled back and nuzzled her inner thigh.
“Carlisle, your mouth,” she demanded.
“Tell me what you need.”
“I don’t know. I want that feeling you gave me before.”
He whispered the words against her as his tongue flicked and tapped.
“Make me come,” she said. “Yes.Please.”
Her hips bucked as he did her bidding. She bit her lip to keep from crying out and dug her nails into the edge of the desk. When she finally spiraled back down, she opened her eyes and Carlisle was standing over her, his naked chest gleaming in the lamplight.
Chapter Fourteen
Henry couldn’t lookaway from Katie. She was so beautiful in her climax. He wanted to be there with her, beinsideher. The urge was as strong as any he’d felt when pulled toward the gaming tables. Strange, that he’d never felt that pull for a woman before.
But he wanted Katie.
Desperately.
She opened her eyes, and those lush lashes made them look especially heavy-lidded.
“There’s that feeling again,” she murmured.
He smiled. “Orgasm?”
“Not that one. Well, yes, that one. But the other. The one here.” She touched the valley between her breasts.
Carlisle felt his smile fade. “It’s lust. You only like me because of how I’ve just made you feel.”
“But I like you at other times too,” she said. “Sometimes I even think about you when you’re not around.”
Henry reached down and gathered her night rail. He laid it over her, covering her nakedness. Better to cover her and not tempt fate. How could he think of deflowering her when she was telling him she loved him?
“I think about you too. But I also think about my horse. It doesn’t mean I love him.”
“You’re right.” She sat, a thoughtful expression on her face. She was holding the flimsy night rail against her chest, but it did almost nothing to hide her glorious breasts.
“Here. I’ll help you.” He grabbed the garment and shoved it over her head. Her arms tangled in it, and she finally wrested it away and made short work of donning it. But the garment was practically transparent, and he had to find her wrap to cover her up. He put the warm triangle over her shoulders, and she placed her hand on his.
“It occurs to me that I should do something for you. I didn’t even realize women could enjoy the act. The way my brothers talked about it—”
“No. Nothing for me,” he said immediately.
“But why? You only need tell me what to do. I learn quickly.”
Henry closed his eyes against the assault of images those words engendered.
Her hand settled warmly on his still-bare chest. “I want to touch you. I want to know what you like.”
Henry grasped her hand but couldn’t quite bring himself to pull it away. He opened his eyes and met her gaze. “Because if I let you touch me, I’ll lose the last vestiges of control I have and completely ruin you.” Not to mention that he’d already made the woman think she was in love with him. He couldn’t do any more damage.
“Would that be so awful?” she asked.
Henry blinked.
“If you ruined me?”
