Page 47 of Isabel and the Rogue

Sirius nipped at her earlobe and Isabel shivered. “And yet you keep welcoming his attentions, darling.”

“Because I need to know,” she tried not to pant, but he made it so hard when he nibbled along her jaw, “I need to know if information is passed to him, however innocently.”

His chuckle was like a caress down her spine. “Ah, so you’re doing it for country?”

Isabel gasped as he licked at the pulse point at the base of her neck.

“And now?” Sirius dipped his fingertips beneath the bodice of her gown, just lightly grazing over one pebbled nipple. “Are you allowing me to touch you for Mexico?”

“No.” The word started as a whisper but ended as a moan as two fingers enclosed her nipple and pinched it tight.

Sirius pulled back, and Isabel blinked open her eyes to look at him. In the light filtering through the one small window in the room, she took in his wide pupils and mussed hair. In all the months Isabel had known him, she’d never seen Sirius anything less than urbane and sophisticated. But she had left him undone.

Her. Isabel Luna was capable of bringing Captain Sirius Dawson to his knees.

And to his knees he suddenly dropped. Grasping her hips, he ushered her backward until the back of her legs hit the office chair. Isabel sat with a huff, her skirts rising about her in a cloud. She tucked her lip between her teeth when Sirius looked up at her, a devilish light in his blue eyes.

“Can you be quiet, darling?”

Isabel quirked a brow. “Why?”

“Always so inquisitive.” His hands moved over the tops of her feet before encircling her ankles. “Because I would like to give you something.”

“What do you want to give me?”

“Pleasure,” he purred, dragging his hands up her legs to caress the insides of her knees. Isabel swallowed a gasp at the delicious sensation. “Will you allow me to touch you?”

Sirius was the only man whose touch she desired. Isabel nodded.

His mouth curled into a smirk. “If you can hold your silence, I’ll make you feel so good.”

“What do you intend to do?” she asked, in a breathless voice she didn’t recognize. Already the thought of Sirius touching her…intimately…made her squirm in her chair in anticipation.

Sirius’s eyes were midnight pools. “I intend to taste you. To kiss and lick every part of you I can reach, until you are begging to come on my tongue.”

Isabel whimpered in the back of her throat, her hands curling around the armrests. ¡Híjole! No one had ever spoken such crude words to her, and while she knew she should be scandalized, instead Isabel was eager. Daring. Desperate in a way that made her feel as if she’d vibrate out of her skin.

“But I can only do this if you’re quiet.” Sirius’s thumbs traced patterns on her thighs. “Can you be quiet for me?”

“Yes,” she breathed, without hesitation. Isabel would be so good for him.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice like smooth black coffee. Taking hold of her hem, Sirius lifted the bulk of her skirts until Isabel felt the cool air on her bare legs. Tucking the taffeta around her waist, he met her gaze. “And good girls get rewarded.”

The heavy weight of her skirts made it impossible to see anything but the top of his blond head, but Isabel certainly felt the smooth glide of his palms down the insides of her thighs, and the shift of her drawers when he hooked a finger inside the hem to pull them aside. When his warm breath coasted along her wet cleft, Isabel bit down on her fist to contain the moan that bubbled up from the depths of her core.

“This is the prettiest cunny I’ve ever seen.” The back of what she thought might be his knuckle brushed across the sensitive nub at the top of her sex, and a tremor shook her frame. “And I have no doubt it will be the best I’ve ever tasted.”

Before Isabel could even think of a coherent response, Sirius licked her from the bottom of her sex to the top, where his tongue flicked her nub. Her back arched, and only the sharp bite of her teeth in the back of her hand kept her grounded.

“I’m so proud of you, darling,” Sirius crooned, catching her eye as his tongue swiped along his lips. “And I was right. You’re delicious.”

Isabel dropped her arm over her face as a shiver shook her frame.

When Sirius began his ministrations again, his strokes were firmer, the attentions he laved on her nub wet and messy and so intense Isabel’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. Sirius pulled back after a moment, and craned his head to meet her gaze.

“Do you know what this is called here?” he asked, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her nub and causing her to tilt her hips into his touch. Somehow she managed to nod. “It’s called the clitoris. It’s said to be the center of a woman’s pleasure. Do you feel pleasure when I do this, darling?”

Isabel opened her mouth to respond, but Sirius leaned forward to suck the little pearl into his mouth, and she twined her fingers in his hair as she bit back a wail. Her pelvis swiveled against his tongue, his chin, desperate for more. Desperate for relief from the rising inferno boiling inside her.