Page 67 of The Lyon's Pretty Pugilist

She didn’t have to ask him twice. He lifted his hips, and together,they rid him of his small clothes and trousers. After spending both the day and the last half hour hot and sweaty, the air cooled his prick and the dashed thing danced about indecently.

Josie swallowed. “I ain’t never seen a real one. Only on statues.”

How could he have ever begrudged her that East-end accent? It was the real her, and he adored the genuine Josie. Besides, that unpracticed voice meant she was too busy concentrating on his cock to think about her lessons.

Hoping she noticed his dimples, he grinned. He might have a cursed family, but he’d praise his dimples to high heaven since she fancied them.

It worked! Her finger brushed over one, then the other. “I like these, I do.” She leaned down and kissed each indentation. Then, her gaze raked over him. “I like all of ye, Nicolas.”

Fighting his desire to leap on her and bury his cock deep, he fisted his hands at his side and willed patience.

Her eyes filled with wonder as she traced his jaw. She didn’t seem to mind that he needed to shave. In fact, she seemed to enjoy playing in his scruff—a double-edged sword since if he didn’t shave soon, she wouldn’t be able to find his dimples. He chuckled to himself.

Her hands traveled over his shoulder and down his arm. She wrapped her palm around his bicep as if testing the density of his muscle. Since he was trying to impress her, he flexed as if he was as stalwart as Hercules.

She sighed, then smiled.

There was one fortunate consequence of physical labor while helping to care for the grounds at Blue Cliff Manor; Josie seemed to admire his additional sinew.

“I like these, too, I do.” She traced the veins on his forearms.

Then he’d roll up his shirtsleeves every time she was near.

She caressed his hands, adding a gentle kiss to the pad of each finger before moving her focus to his chest. “And I like these muscles, too.”

He closed his eyes and reveled in her palms gliding over the dips and swells of his pectorals. Her mouth joined his hands. First, she kissed, then she licked, tasting every inch of him. Not that he minded in the least.

“Can I touch this?” she asked.

He opened his eyes to see what she referenced. To his delight, her gaze was focused on his erect cock. Her tongue darted out to lick her top lip.

Hell yes!“Please do,” he said.

Her touch tentative, she traced the slit on his head, gathering his precum. She brought her finger to her tongue and tasted him. A subtle smile tugged at her lips.

A bolt of lust punched him in the gut.

“Does it feel good?” she asked.

“Nothing better.” Except for maybe having his cock inside her heavenly-scented, delicious quim. “You don’t have to be so gentle,” he said.

She worried her bottom lip as she wrapped her hand around his length. “It’s quite hard, but your skin is soft.”

Hard as friggin’ granite and, if it was possible, growing harder. The longer he was around Josie, the more his need built and the more his cock ached. After the past weeks, his willpower had waned, and his desire had become an all-consuming, almost excruciating hum in his veins.

Placing his hand over hers, he showed her what he liked. Together their palms twisted as they slid up and down his cock, creating an indulgent friction. As he suspected, she was an enthusiastic pupil, and a fast study. She was, in fact, so talented that one more stroke and he would spend all over himself.

Growling and moving quickly, he toppled her onto her back and hovered on his elbows above her. Emerald-gold specks bedazzled with the magic of the stars sparkled in her emotion-filled eyes.

He lowered his lips to hers, bestowing a gentle kiss that bespoke of a million promises in the midst of their passionate bed sport.

“Please make love to me, Nicolas,” she asked, her voice sweet and vulnerable.

Whatever this thing with Josie was, it was right and transcended class and title. Together, they could conquer any ill luck or ridiculous wager they encountered. Nothing could stop them. He might be the luckiest man in the world since he would be the one standing by Josie’s side when she conquered the world. Woe be it to any individual who got in his way.

Lining his cock up with her entrance, he gently pushed until his tip breached her channel. She tensed, so he kissed her until her muscles relaxed. Once she was again pliant, he eased in another inch.

“I like it, I do,” she whispered in his ear.