Page 56 of Juliet's Touch

Her thighs parted as if they had a mind of their own.

“Would you like to know more, Sunshine?” he asked.

“Oh, yes,” she murmured.

He nuzzled her ear. “The man has his mouth on her cunny.”

He must be talking about the fascinating picture that had been displayed when the book bonked his forehead, then landed at his feet.

“Why would a man put his mouth there?” she asked. Although the image had burned itself in her memory, and she found it quite appealing, she didn’t understand precisely what was goingon. Oh, she could imagine wicked things that made her ache with need. But the awkward conversation about marital duties with her mother had never mentioned such indelicate things.

“Because a woman’s cunny is said to be delicious,” he hissed as he parted her folds. Slicked with both the bathwater and her arousal, his finger easily slid inside her.

“Oh,” she panted.

His lips cupped her ear. “Like salted honey.”

“Oh, my.”

“A woman’s cunny is also beautiful.” He worked a second finger inside her. “Like rose petals opening to the sun.”

Red-hot desire consumed her.

“What I wouldn’t give to lay you down and feast on your quim, Juliet.” He brushed his finger over her sensitive nub half a dozen times. “Lick your pearl. Drink your desire. Bury my nose inside you and inhale your secret scent.”

She writhed, and a wave of water splashed over the side of the tub. Heavens above, she also wanted this. So much so that she was tempted to throw all caution to the wind and skip the gathering in the dining parlor.

“When you are ready, Sunshine,” he said.

But she was ready now. She opened her mouth to sayPleasebut swallowed her plea. Esther was waiting across the hall, and their breakfast was most likely on the sideboard, growing cold.

She didn’t want their intimacy to end, and yet… “Tonight?” Her question came out as a needy invocation. “Our family is probably wondering where we are?”

He exhaled. “I suppose so.” He kissed her shoulder blade, then gently nudged her forward and stood. Water dripped from his Godlike body as he stepped out of the tub.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have stopped him because as he sauntered to a pile of dry towels, the firm muscles in his buttocks taunted her. If he could devour the lower parts of her body,surely, she could bite the sculpted crescents that formed his buttocks.

Criminy!What kind of depravity was biting a man’s arse?

He faced her, and as if putting on a show, he massaged the towel into his sinewy muscles. Biting his lip, he wrapped the towel around his enticing, erect penis and dried between his thighs.

Her comely companion was indeed taunting her. The adorable rat. Two could play that game.

She stood and attempted to meet his gaze, but he was staring at her breasts, then her cunny. Feeling quite vindicated, she ran a hand down her waist and over her hip as if she were a seductress.

He moaned. “Tonight can’t come fast enough.”

Her thoughts exactly.

He retrieved another towel and carried it to her. Extending his hand, he assisted her out of the tub. His eyes hooded, he gently dried the droplets from her skin with indulgent rubs that made her tremble.

On second thought, she couldn’t let this glorious experience end. “Maybe if we are quick about it,” she suggested.

He growled. “There will be nothing quick about what I intend to do to you.”

Before she had time to crush his lips beneath hers, take him to the ground, and have her way with him, there was a knock on the door.

His eyes widened.

Juliet huffed out an exasperated, lip-vibrating exhale. “Dratted Esther.” Then, she hurriedly snatched her chemise from the floor and tugged it over her head.