Aurora’s body sharpened. The ache between her thighs that much more pronounced and insistent. She melted for Worth, her legs splaying further of their own accord.
“Don’t take your eyes from me, Aurora,” he murmured, the words vibrating seductively along her folds. “I want to ensure I answer all of your questions.” One big hand stretched possessively over her stomach, holding her in place. “I don’t want to leave anything out.”
“Don’t you dare,” Aurora whimpered. The sight of his blonde head nestled deep inside the curls between her thighs had her toes curling within her slippers.
Worth caught her eyes, drawing his tongue over the engorged flesh at Aurora’s center. Circling the tiny nub until Aurora clutched at the settee cushions. “Tell me what feels best.” He licked and sucked, pausing only to watch her again. “So you can find your pleasure.”
“All of it, Worth,” she panted, frustrated he’d stopped. “I like all of it.”
“Have you ever climaxed before, Aurora?” Teeth grazed at her flesh, and she jerked, before he lightly sucked and teased once more. “Don’t lie.”
“Yes. But—at least I think so.” She’d fumbled about in the bath, toying with soap and sponge. Used her fingers. But the relief she experienced, the pleasure she wanted, was never equal to its promise. “I didn’t know what I was doing. I wanted more.”
His tongue flicked, eliciting another whimper from her. “Well, this should give you something to aspire to.”
Chapter ten was Devoted to a Woman’s Release inthe Bloom of the Rose, But Aurora Only Paged Through It, Considering That She Knew Something of the Topic Already. Also, She was Determined Not to Read So Far Ahead. Rose Had Insisted That This Particular Act, One Practiced on Her by That Nameless Gentleman, was What Made Her Decide on a Life As a Courtesan. The Pleasure was Beyond Describing, If a Man Didn’t Flounder About and Knew What He was Doing.
Like Worth.
Aurora writhed, her hips shifting about. The bliss inside her crashed and roared almost to completion before retreating once more. She wanted—
“Not yet.” His tongue traveled further away from the spot craving his attention. “I’m not sure what you think you’re doing, visiting me in the middle of the day.”
“You said you would answer some of my questions. I had a bloody question.” Aurora’s breathing had grown ragged. She was shocked to find her fingers tangled in Worth’s hair.
“I did.” He sucked gently. “But I won’t have your reputation shredded. You can’t just come here unescorted without at least sending a note. Do you want to alert half of London to your descent into wickedness?”
“I don’t care,” she choked feeling as if her entire body, her impending pleasure, was being held in place by Worth.
“Yes, but I do.” He chuckled as he eased one finger inside her. “Don’t be so careless again.”
Oh, she’d forgotten. This was part of page twenty-six or rather, twenty-seven. Fingers thrusting inside a woman’s channel. There was a spot, tiny and well hidden inside her. The man’s mouth—“Worth.”
He curled his finger, rubbing gently back and forth at that deep spot until Aurora sobbed. Pulled at his hair, his shoulders, anything to urge him on. Her hips pushed more firmly against his mouth. Worth pulled one of Aurora’s legs over his shoulder, spreading her further, and she let out a cry. Her pleasure was pushed and pulled; left to falter before being stoked into a searing flame once more. Aurora pleaded. Begged. “Please Worth.”
“Come for me, beautiful creature,” he murmured against her thigh, before his finger pressed and curled inside her while his mouth—dear god his mouth—sucked that small nub between his lips until she felt the graze of his teeth.
Her back arched sharply, threatening to snap suddenly, just as that crimson ribbon had in the maze. The rush of sensation, of pleasure was so swift and blinding, Aurora’s breath halted in her lungs. Animalistic sounds came from her and she turned her head, screaming into the plush settee, praying Worth’s servants didn’t hear her.
Oh. I don’t think I have properly pleasured myself. Or at all.
“Breathe, Aurora.”
Another wave crashed over her, and his name tumbled from her lips in one long, glorious moan, as her limbs jerked. His mouth and tongue pressed her forward, until the tremors subsided, leaving Aurora with nothing but a magnificent feeling of satiety.
Stirring, Aurora reached for his hand.
Worth’s fingers slipped from hers. The warmth of his mouth and body faded away. He came to his feet slowly, without looking at her, and walked to the other side of the room to stand beside one of the chairs.
Distance. Worth wants distance from me.
A hard, flinty gaze was thrown in her direction. His breathing was rough. His trousers were tented, giving an idea of the size of Worth’s—and he was bloody furious.
“Worth.” Aurora struggled to sit up. She felt a bit woozy, all things considered. And all she wanted after the most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced was him.
“If my explanation of chapter four and page twenty-six has been to your satisfaction, Lady Aurora, I have business to return to. Leave the damned book. I should never have given it to you.”
“Then why did you?” Aurora stood, ignoring the way her legs wobbled like a bowl of aspic. “No, don’t answer. I know why you gave it to me. You want me, Worth, as much as I—”
