Page 67 of The Rake’s Convenient Bride

He pulled at the ties of her dress, loosening the bodice and lowering it to reveal the firm roundness of her breasts, each topped with a pink nipple going firm in the cool air. With a groan, he closed his mouth over one, flicking his tongue against the bud before biting it ever so gently.

Elizabeth cried out as she had before, her hands moving to the back of his head before quickly releasing him.

“I’m fine,” he growled against her silken flesh.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she gasped out.

“Nothing hurts right now,” he assured her.

Still, he released her breasts and rolled her over onto her back, escaping the covers as he did so, freeing himself for everything he wanted to do her. For now wasn’t just for touching, now was also for tasting.

Bracing his body over hers, he pulled at the skirt of her dress, easing it up her legs to reveal her mud-stained stockings, and the silk ties securing them just over her knees. He bent over her, gripping the first with his teeth and pulling it free.

She gave a gasp of surprise.

The first of what he hoped would be many.

He liberated the other ribbon and pulled the stockings down, revealing her shapely calves before tracing his way back up her legs once more, fingertips teasing flesh he intended for his mouth to sample.

Elizabeth closed her eyes and leaned her head back. That’s when he bent forward, replacing his hands with his lips, kissing the sensual skin of her inner thighs.

“Jasper,” she gasped.

Before she could have a thought toward modesty, his mouth closed over her sex, his tongue gliding up her center, tracing the slit toward the swollen bud to circle with the tip of his tongue.

Something between a gasp and a moan escaped her, and all thoughts of modesty ceased as her legs eased open wider in silent permission for him to continue to please her with his mouth, his tongue.

She writhed beneath his attentions, her breath coming in panting cries. He swept his fingers against her entrance and she arched toward him. Tenderly, he continued to tease her with his tongue, tasting her arousal as his finger eased inside her. Once she became accustomed to the sensation of his finger, he thrust within her, loving her with the digit the way his body burned to do with his cock.

It would be so easy. She was so damn ready. So wet. So swollen with need.

Her thighs clenched and she turned to bury her face into the pillow next to her, the moans of her release muted by the thick down feathers as her sex clenched around his finger. He lapped at her a few more times, relishing the sensual allure of her until her hips bucked with sensitivity.

He grinned and pushed up on his elbow to gaze at the woman he loved, her wavy hair mussed, blue eyes bright with desire, her cheeks and lips flushed pink, breasts bared over the top of her bodice.

Good God, he’d never seen a woman more beautiful in his entire life.

Desire thundered through him, pulsing in his loins with a need stronger than any he’d ever known.

He lowered her skirts and crawled up the bed to join her, drawing her into his arms.

She leaned back, pulling away from him to look up at him. “Surely that is not all.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Don’t play coy with me, Jasper Fitzroy.” She lifted her chin defiantly. “There is more to what happens between a man and a woman.”

“When they are wed.”

She smirked. “Not always.”

His jaw dropped in shock and she laughed. “I told you rumors were scandalous things. I know far more than you think I do.” She nudged him in the ribs.

Then the look in her eyes shifted, the glint of playfulness slitted to a sensuality that made him burn.

“I want to touch you as you’ve touched me.” Her hands slid down his chest, his abdomen, to…to where she’d once tried to clean lemonade from the placket of his breeches before.

His cock lurched at the invitation of her warm hands, but he pulled his hips back. “You’re innocent, Elizabeth. I won’t ruin your reputation.”