Page 32 of Charlotte's Kisses

Once again, he knew her desires. His finger gently slid inside her.

She bucked with pleasure.

“Do you like this, Firefly?”

She opened her eyes to peer down at him. He watched her, his eyelids drooping seductively. She might feel intoxicated, but he looked deliciously inebriated.

Her spirited “Yes” did not capture how much she adored his touches.

He licked his index and middle fingers before sliding them inside her. Her walls pulsed, tugging him deeper.

“Yes,” I love it,” she whispered. She dropped her head onto the pillow and soaked up the magical sensation as he traced tiny circles inside her.

“Open,” he demanded.

It took her a moment to realize that he had shifted positions. She peered down to find his shoulders between her thighs.

“Open, Firefly.” He withdrew his fingers from inside her to press gently on her thighs.

Was he truly thinking of doing what she had seen on page one hundred eighteen ofThe Secret Life of Gentlemenbecause that position was entirely indecent? There was no way she could do that. Nay. She would not open her thighs.

Hugh studied her with pleading blue eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Yes,” she lied. “Wait. No.” She dropped her thighs open. Although indecent, by God, she wantedit—if, indeed, he planned to place his tongue in her—

His breathy chuckle tickled her mound. He grasped her buttock’s cheeks and squeezed.

She gasped.

He licked the inside of first one thigh, then the other. “Mmm,” he murmured as she whimpered.

After lavishing her slit with long licks, he gently pushed his tongue inside her.

She moaned long and loud. She’d have died from embarrassment over her animalistic reaction, but she was too busy reveling in the bliss.

With his next lick, his nose grazed her clitoris. The puff from his inhale was the most intimate of caresses. Her womanly cavern caged his moans and groans until his pleasure-filled utterances echoed and reverberated off her internal walls.

While the flat of his tongue doled out lazy licks, she threaded her fingers through his hair. Holding his head in place, she undulated. As she ground her core against his face, a whirling sensation pirouetted in her belly.

Each stroke of his tongue brought him closer to her pearl. Taunting and teasing, he finally brushed against her sensitive nub. Crying out in ecstasy, she bowed upward. His licks morphed into suckling, and the vortex building within her swirled faster.

He pulled back.

No. No. No. She tugged at his hair as she opened her eyes and sought his gaze.

His pupils dilated with smoky need, and her desire coated his lips, nose, and chin. Masculine desire incarnate.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered. “And you taste of sweet sin.”

His grin wicked, he parted her wide, exposing her throbbing womanhood to the air. He eased two fingers inside her. In and out, they pumped until her limbs melted into the mattress. Dipping his head, he slid his tongue between his fingers. He gifted her with decadent licks as his fingers curledin a come-hither motion. Working together, his mouth and hand kept tempo with her pulsing cunny.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as the spinning consumed her very being.

All the while, his ministrations matched the pace of her wildly beating heart. Her cyclone of desire grew and grew until it reversed directions, knotting into a tiny, tense ball of exquisite pain.

“Hugh,” she cried out as she exploded into a million shards of color. She floated weightlessly. Then, like a leaf in the wind, she swirled downward until she softly landed in Hugh’s arms.

Chapter seventeen