Baron of Bad (Lords of Scandal 5)

Grace slid one of her hands up into his hair. The best answer was the truth, though perhaps not all of it. If she confessed her love, he might run screaming in the other direction. “I want you to want me the way I do you.”

He squeezed her tighter, lifting her up so that her head tipped back. That was when his lips brushed across hers. Sparks of desire sizzled along her flesh as she clutched his hair. He responded, pressing their mouths together again and again until he slanted her lips apart and brushed his tongue along her bottom lip.

A moan ripped from her lips but he swallowed the sound as he kissed her again, his tongue dancing along hers. Never had anything felt as good as this and she mimicked his gesture, wanting to taste more of him.

He kneaded her bottom’s flesh, then caressed his hand up her side until he rested it under her arm where he palmed her breast, weighing the flesh in his hand, finally tweaking the nipple. She arched into the touch, pleasure rolling over her in waves. “Ben,” she moaned, her head falling even further back.

Somehow, his name seemed to loosen his control. Suddenly they were up out of the chair, her weight firmly cradled against his chest.

She wasn’t aware they were moving until her back came in contact with the mattress but she didn’t have much time to think about it, because his weight pressed to her front. Then she knew several things all at once. She belonged under this man. His hips settled between her legs and the hard press of his flesh pushed into her soft womanly parts making her cry out in desire. It curled inside her, making her forget all her fear, worry, and doubts. She wasn’t too sassy in this moment, too silly, too vain. He was perfect and he made her feel the same.

Her chemise rode up her thighs, allowing her to wrap her legs around his, creating even more pressure where she needed it most.

He slid his mouth from hers, kissing a trail down her neck as he untied her chemise. His hips were sliding away too and she whimpered out her protest. She wanted his pelvis cradled against hers.

He smiled against her collarbone. “Patience, my love.” Then he pulled the chemise to one side, exposing a nipple. When his tongue dragged across the sensitive flesh, her insides convulsed and her fingers dug into his back.

“Yes,” she hissed as his mouth closed around the dark skin, sucking it into his mouth.

Then, he reached for her chemise and began dragging the fabric higher up her thigh, his hand stroking her leg as he did so. When the fabric had reached her waist, he stopped, tracing her belly button, before cupping her most private area with his large hand.

Funny, she’d always liked the size of his hands without really understanding why. But now, in this moment, she knew. His fingers touched her everywhere all at once and pleasure near exploded from her insides as she bucked against him.

“Not yet, love. I’ve got something even better for you.”

Better? How could anything be better than this?

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Bad had died and gone to Heaven. That was all he could think as he sucked one of her nipples back into his mouth. Her skin was a shade darker than cream and her nipples were the pink of a pale rose. And her taste…bloody hell she tasted of vanilla. He’d once heard vanilla described as boring, which was ridiculous. It was the perfect mix of earthy and sweet. The sort of flavor a man could happily sip on for the rest of his life.

He slid one of his fingers into her silky wet channel, and it tightened about his digit, causing his cock to pulse with need, his seed leaking from the tip. He was going to spill it at any moment like a damned schoolboy on his first go.

Not that it mattered. He wouldn’t take her today and she’d be none the wiser.

Not that he planned to let her go either. Now that he’d taken a bite of her forbidden fruit, he’d not let another man sample it. She was his now. That much was clear.

Kissing a trail across her chest and down her stomach, he wished he’d removed her chemise but he was too impatient to do so now. He wanted to taste the nectar between her legs, and he was growing frantic.

She ruffled his hair, scratching his scalp as she arched her body against his mouth. He’d known touching her would be like this. She was full of spit and vinegar when they argued. He’d known that those tendencies were the sign of a passionate woman. Grace hadn’t disappointed.

He kissed over the soft triangle of curls, her hips undulating against him and he wanted to growl in satisfaction. Reaching out his tongue, he took a small sip, just a sampling of her flavor and need rocked through him. She was delicious and so bloody gorgeous that his teeth ached.

“Please,” she begged, digging her nails so hard into his scalp, he was certain she’d leave marks. He liked it and he had every intention of teasing her some more.

“You want more?” He gave her another small lick, his muscles tensing from the effort to hold himself back.

She arched again, looking like a goddess. “Yes,” she hissed pulling at his dark hair.

Again, another small touch of his tongue. She convulsed under the teasing. “Will you beg?” he asked.

For a moment she stilled, her fingers loosening in his hair and he swore under his breath. If he’d scared her away he’d never forgive himself. It was just that he was growing to like their exchanges, but perhaps it was too soon to bring them into the bed.

But then Grace did something he hadn’t expected at all. Suddenly her thighs tightened around his head, her calf hooking his neck and pushing his face closer. “Not beg,” she answered, squeezing him tighter. “Demand.”

He grinned, damn that little imp and her vivacious personality. He had to confess that he loved it. “Yes, my queen,” he rumbled against her thigh and then he licked her fully, flattening his tongue against her sweet flesh.

She moaned and jerked her hips but he didn’t decrease the pressure, rather he held her hips in his hands and increased it. Her thighs trembled around his ears as she twisted her head back and forth.