Secrets of Seduction (Legendary Lovers 3)

A shudder ran through him. In response, her own body shivered in purely sensual reaction. She had resumed control, Skye realized. Hawkhurst’s weakness was both intoxicating and arousing. His need called to something womanly and powerful inside her.

Her lips played on his arousal while her fingers continued caressing the velvety, swollen sacs beneath. She glanced up to see that he had shut his eyes, looking as if he might burst. Then, as if he could bear no more, he took her hand and placed it on the crest of his pulsing erection.

Heat emanated from him in waves as he thrust against her palm. Her gaze was drawn irresistibly back to his loins. He kept his fingers around hers, stroking his sex within their joined grasp.

His jaw locked as his fingers kneaded harder, sweeping up and down his tumescence in swift jerky motions. His breath was harsh and uneven, the pleasure on his face almost pain … until his climax came abruptly and he exploded into his cupped hands.

Several heartbeats later, Hawkhurst sank back against the pillows, much as she had done earlier. The taut lines straining his features relaxed, even though his breathing was still very ragged.

Eventually, he pulled her down to join him and gathered her close, so that her head rested on his shoulder, his chin on her hair. He seemed weary but totally sated.

Skye exhaled a soft sigh of contentment. To lie in his arms like this, to breathe in his scent, to absorb his warmth, was indescribable bliss.

“You are a most marvelous lover, Lord Hawkhurst,” she murmured.

“Lord Hawkhurst?” he repeated in a hoarse, wry voice at her formal address. “I think by now we are familiar enough that you can call me Hawk.”

“Very well … Hawk. Thank you for relieving my ache.”

“It was my pleasure—but you gave me little choice.”

“That was my intention … although it is actually very unlike me. I have never been this wanton. I am known as the good Wilde cousin.”

“I would never have guessed,” he said, sounding amused.

“It is true. But I am rather tired of being angelic.”

“You, angelic?” His tone was roughly edged with humor.

“Comparatively, yes.” She’d committed her own share of troublemaking, but nothing truly scandalous. And being good had gotten her nowhere in finding true love as her Wilde ancestors—and more recently, her cousins Ash and Jack—had done.

“It is time for me to live up to the Wilde name and reputation. I want to have a grand passion like the rest of my family.”

She hesitated, waiting for a response from Hawkhurst—Hawk, she amended. When none came, she added wistfully, “You could show me what real passion is like.”

“No, I could not.”

“Why not?”

“You know very well why not. A small thing called honor—not to mention the risk of scandal.”

“It isn’t fair that ladies cannot enjoy lovemaking the way men can.”

“Perhaps.” He sounded sympathetic but not enough to accede to her request.

“The damage is already done,” she contended. “We might as well continue what we began. Who better than you to educate me in the arts of lovemaking?”

When Hawk didn’t reply, she shifted her head to glance up at him. His eyes were still shut, and it didn’t appear as if that would change anytime soon.

“I want to know about lovemaking so I can have a fulfilling marriage with my future husband.”

Hawk pried one eye open. “You can ask your aunt for advice.”

“I already have. But at some point I need actual experience, not just theoretical guidance. Please, will you show me?”

“No.”

“Please?”