Page 46 of The Notorious Lady

Ford turned away, offering her privacy. He didn’t have another handkerchief, so he wiped his cock with his cravat and left it lying on the floor before pulling up his breeches.

He turned toward Triss. Though she’d wiped away the evidence of his pleasure on her chest, her breasts were still bared, her dark, gorgeous nipples pointing at him, begging him to touch them.

Her full, soft breasts moved with the intensity of her every breath. She was still fervent. Of course, she was. He’d slaked his lust, but she hadn’t.

He stepped toward her, his eyes roaming her lovely body. A thin, silver chain hung from her neck, and Ford reached for it, tracing it down the valley between her breasts where a simple cross nestled.

Ford swallowed, his gaze transfixed at his beautiful view. Heat traveled down his belly and collected in his cock. Again.

She was too damn enticing.

He tugged on her little chain, pulling her close to him.

Porter had left; there was no further need to continue maintaining the charade of their passionate interlude. But it wasn’t about that anymore. It was about him wanting the woman before him. Wanting to bring her pleasure the way she did to him. Wanting to make her gasp and moan in ecstasy.

He snaked his arm around her waist and whirled her around, pressing her back against the wall she had pinned him to just a few minutes ago. Triss gasped at the sudden movement, her eyes widening in surprise. He gazed into her eyes and saw uncertainty there, beneath the deep, blazing fire.

She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

He lowered his head and kissed her neck, his hand moving up her body to cup her breast. She gasped, her back arching to meet his touch, her breasts pressing against his palm. He moved his head lower until he was staring at her darkened nipple, hard and firm, straining for his touch.

He licked it.

Triss let out a moan, her back arching once more, her hips seeking contact with his body.

Unable to restrain himself, he popped her cherry-colored nipple into his mouth, savoring her taste. With his free hand, he frantically pulled on her skirts. Triss helped him bunch them up at her waist, giving him the freedom to run his palm up her thigh until it settled at the warm, wet center.

“Ford!” she cried, and he couldn’t help the grin that graced his lips.

He sucked on her nipple as his fingers explored her center, sliding between her feminine lips, playing with the moisture he’d found there.

She was so wet for him, so aroused. He could smell her desire and couldn’t help but want to taste it.

Not now. Not yet.

He plunged his finger into her depths, gathering her close, swirling his tongue around her nipple.

Her moans and gasps were all the encouragement he needed to continue the sensual torture. He moved to the other breast, licking it, circling it with his tongue, then biting it just a little before sucking her in.

She tasted heavenly as she writhed in his arms. Her hands roamed his body, her fingers leaving a fiery trail in their wake. Every little movement, every little sound, built to the inevitable crescendo. But this wasn’t about him.

He wanted to please her.

His second finger delved into her wet crevice, moving in and out of her in a suggestive rhythm as his thumb found the little swollen nub that begged for attention.

She jerked, a moan leaving her mouth unbidden.

Ford circled it, the motion of his thumb mimicking the swirling of his tongue around her nipple. He pretended he was licking her down there, sucking in all her juices as he did so.

Triss tensed in his arms, her fingers digging into his back, her nails scraping his skin.

“Yes,” she cried. “Ford, please.”

Ford pressed just under the sensitive little hood above her center, drawing persistent circles until she tensed, her muscles pulsing around his fingers.

He continued drawing cries of pleasure from her until they devolved into sobs, and she melted in his arms.

He gathered her tighter against his chest, his hands rubbing soothing circles on her back.