Seven Nights Of Sin: Seven Sensuous Stories by Bestselling Historical Romance Authors(8)

She was untutored, but she had enthusiasm.

His was rising as well.

Which she noticed.

She pulled back and frowned at him, giving her bottom a wiggle. “What is that?” she said on a laugh.

He attempted to look innocent. “What is what?”

“That. It’s hard.” She bounced a little and his eyes crossed.

“That, my dear, is my cock, which you have made very hard.”

“I most certainly did not.”

“Oh, but you did.” He grinned. “You are a very good kisser.”

“Am I?” The pleasure in her expression was not feigned.

“You are. And you have aroused me beyond bearing.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“It can be.”

She studied him again with that curious look. Her lips formed a pout—which he found extraordinarily tempting. “You don’t look aroused beyond bearing.”

“Trust me. I am very aroused.”

“Well. That is good I suppose, considering what we are about. So tell me, Dev.” He shivered at the sound of his name on her lips. “What comes next?”

Ah, next. What came next was—

A knock on the door.

Apparently that was what came next.

He blew out a breath and eased her from his lap, which he hated to do because somewhere in their play, she had utterly relaxed against him. “Dinner, I believe,” he said with a commendable attempt at humor.

Her response was another pout, which, all things considered, was encouraging in the extreme.





CHAPTER FOUR


TILDY DIDN’T REALIZE how famished she was until Bronson entered the suite, in a fragrant cloud, with a tray of food and wine. After he left, Dev lifted the domes and the smells swelled. She nearly fainted.

“Oh my.” She rushed closer to take a deep sniff. “Roast beef and pudding. My favorite.”

Dev grinned. “Mine too.” He dished out a plate, poured himself a large glass of wine and then sat on his chair, but when she started to do the same, he stopped her, patting his lap again. “Let’s share,” he said.

“Share?” She glanced at the tray. There was plenty of food. Certainly enough for two plates.

“Trust me.” There was a twinkle in his eye she could not resist. She’d enjoyed being on his lap—once she’d relaxed—so close to him, soaking in his warmth and his scent. She’d wanted to stay there forever.

He patted his lap again and she complied, settling herself on him gently. He was rather hard, after all. At least, in certain places.

And on that note, she was thrilled that he found her attractive. It would most likely help in her deflowering. If they ever got to that part.

To her shock, Dev picked up a piece of beef with his fingers and dangled it before her mouth.

She blinked. “What do you expect me to do with that?”

“Open wide.”

Heat suffused her at the thought of eating from his hand. It was so intimate an act. But no less intimate than coupling with him, she supposed. So she did as he asked and he set the beef into her mouth.

It was delicious. Tender and savory with a creamy gravy. Only to be polite, she sucked the remaining gravy from his fingers and was surprised by his response. Something lit in his eyes. Something savage and predatory.

He shifted beneath her.

“Your turn.” There was a definite crack to his voice.

She studied the plate and selected a portion for him and then, holding her breath, put it into his mouth. He closed on her fingers. Suckled them. And heaven! A sizzle of excitement shot through her. His mouth was warm and velvet as his teeth and tongue worked her flesh.

“I think it’s all gone,” she said after a while, when he kept nibbling.

“Still delectable,” he murmured and she laughed.

They fed each other like that, interspersing bites with sips of a rich red wine that complemented the beef perfectly. Although, if she was being honest, it was his unique flavors that made the meal as enjoyable as it was.

“Do people often eat like this?” she asked, curling herself into him as they finished their repast.

“Some do.”

“Well, it is very nice.”

“Mmm.” He seemed inclined to hold her, just like that. She was inclined to let him. It was a warm cocoon, a charming comfort. His thumb worked on her arm, just stroking lazily. She could have stayed there all night.

“This is very nice, Dev,” she said.

“Mmm mmm.” He kissed her brow.

Silence, punctuated by the crackle of the fire, blanketed them. After a while, she said, “Did you mention a bath?”

His chest shook with his chuckle. “I did. Would you like one?”

“Oh most definitely.”

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

Why would she not be ready? She’d had hundreds of baths in her lifetime and enjoyed each and every one. She pushed up to stare at him. “Ready?”

He took hold of one of her curls and tugged it gently. “I intend to bathe you, my dear.”

Her body went hot from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Even her breasts seemed heated…especially her nipples. They tightened. She had no idea why, but it was a pleasant feeling. As was the ache between her legs. A raw throbbing she’d never felt before.