Page 37 of His Revelation
Lunzie was as aroused as she was. Now she knew why he’d agreed to buy the book. How easy would it be to turn her head? To capture his lips with hers, to allow them both the kiss they so desperately needed?
Once you give him that kiss, your reputation is ruined.
No one would know.
You would. Can you lie to Mother?
About this? Absolutely.
Lunzie groaned against her skin as he squeezed her breast, and Tiffany tipped her head further to the side, offering him more ofher. “That’s it, lass. Let yerself bask in the pleasure. I could kiss ye here.” Another caress. “Take yer nipple into my mouth and scrape my teeth against it.”
So wicked. So wrong.
So delicious.
“Or…” His hand left her breast to move downward. “I could kiss ye here.” He cupped her mound through all the layers of gown and petticoat, and Tiffany wondered if he could feel how wet she was.
“I could get down on my knees and worship yer cunny, Tiffany.” His words were harsh with need, almost agrowl. The heel of his palm pressed against her clitoris, rubbing in small circles, as his fingers curled forward. “Page seventy-nine.The Invasion of Brussels. Ye liked that one, did ye no’, love?”
Tiffanyhadliked that one, with the man using his tongue on the woman, but no more than she’d liked any other position illustrated in that manuscript. She whimpered and began to rock her hips against his hold. The wood was rough beneath her palms, but she pressed against it to keep from reaching for him.
She needed this release. Needed him to give it to her.
“Answer me, Tiffany.” He nuzzled against her, his breath warm.
All she could manage was a raspy, “Please.”
“Aye, that’s what I thought.” Lunzie began to stroke her as he rubbed the pearl of her pleasure. “Ye need this. Ye want this. I could kiss ye anywhere right now.”
“Please,” she sobbed.
Lunzie’s hold tightened for just a moment, then his lips found her skin, pressing a kiss against her throat?—
And Tiffany’s climax burst over her.
“Oh God!” She jerked in his hold, her hand leaving the door to wrap around his wrist, holding it in place against her mound as she bucked, riding out the intensity of her orgasm. “Lunzie,” she whimpered.
Perhaps she shouldn’t have called him that, because suddenly, with a muttered curse, he yanked his hand from her hold and away from her core. Tiffany swayed, bereft of his support. Blinking woozily, her blood still thrumming from her release, she peered at him. “Wha?—”
But he ducked his head, keeping his gaze down as he reached for her. With a firm grip on her arms, he moved her out of the way, then reached for the door handle.
His voice was a mere rasp when he bit out, “Lock this door. Only open it for dinner, nae one else.”
He was leaving her? The most intense pleasure of her life, and he wasleaving?
Good thing too. You are not going to be able to lie to Mother with a straight face.
Lunzie was already halfway out the door when Tiffany blurted, “Not even for you?”
He paused for a moment, then glanced over his shoulder. His eyepatch was askew and his good eye blazed with an emotion she couldn’t understand. “Especiallyno’ for me, Tiffany.”
The door slammed shut on his growl, and she jumped to lock it behind him. Then she collapsed against the oak and glanced dazedly around the room.
What had just happened, and what was she going to do about it?
Lysander’s room was right beside hers, and still, he barely made it. Thank fook Tiffany hadn’t glanced down to see the way his kilt was poking out in front of him. His sporran was doing nothing to hide his cockstand, and his entire body throbbed with need.
He managed to stumble into his room and bang the door closed behind him. Whirling, he slammed his left palm against the oak and tipped his head forward as he scrambled to reach his cock beneath the layers and pleats of plaid.
