Page 53 of Charlotte's Kisses

“Mayhap, I shall simply make you come all over my hand,” he teased.

“Oh, yes,” she murmured between breathy pants. “And…”

“Say it, Firefly. Whatever you want.”

He would conquer the world for her. Although, hopefully, she simply wanted him to dine on her sweet cunny. Oh, how satisfying it would be to hear her ask for it. So much so that he might spend all over his small clothes the second the request left her lips.

“There is this book in our library,” she softly said.

Since he was preoccupied with images of her head thrown back as she screamed his name, it took a moment for her words to register. After replaying the last thirty seconds of their lovemaking, he shook himself to the present.

Nay, she could not meanthe book. “Book?” he asked.

Her cheeks flushed a deep scarlet. “A quite indecent book.” She worried her kiss-swollen bottom lip.

“The Secret Life of Gentlemen?” he asked, doubtful this was what she referenced. To his knowledge, well-bred ladies knew nothing of the lovemaking guide.

She nodded.

Apparently, he was ill-informed. “Have you looked at it?”

“Yes. And I find it quite fascinating.”

“Fuck.” His inner beast growled. “Tell me, what part do you find the most intriguing?”

“Everything. Especially when a woman takes a man’s cock, into her mouth.”

Really? Truly? Lord above!

“Do you want to suck on my cock, Charlotte?”Please, please, let her say yes, he prayed.

She nodded. “I…I believe so. I mean, yes.”

Well, bloody hell. Then they best get him out of his soaked bottoms.

Chapter twenty-four

Charlotte could barely breathe,anticipating the many ways her body could intertwine with Hugh’s. She was quite willing to give every single one of them a try—that is, if Hugh wanted to, and oh, how she hoped he did.

Her mouth watered at the memory of his masculine appendage hing as it reached for her. More than anything, she wanted to taste him. Just a tiny lick—or mayhap two or three—and then she could straddle him like the woman on page fifteen ofThe Secret Life of Gentleman. The curvy siren in the illustration had ridden her man as if he were a horse. And, my oh my, Hugh would make a mighty stallion.

Charlotte giggled before quickly sobering. She had an important task to concentrate on.

They simultaneously reached for the fall of Hugh’s trousers, their fingers lingering when they accidentally touched. Charlotte was the first to break contact, but that was because she needed to get him naked if she meant to fulfill her fantasy.

“Shh.” Hugh grasped both of her hands. His eyes widened as he froze in place. “Someone is outside your chamber,” he whispered.

Even though her door was locked, fear crept up her spine. She tilted her ear toward the hallway and held her breath.

He must be mistaken because she heard nothing except Snowball’s purrs and her own wildly pumping blood.

“I think they are gone,” she whispered.

Hugh shook his head. “No.” He tapped her on the back and mouthed, “Get up.”

She swung her legs from his lap. Before she could stand, the chamber door creaked open.

Lady Chesterhill entered the room, her caped army behind her. Her presence brought with it an unearthly chill, and a skeleton key dangled from between her spindly fingers.