What a curious question. “Some,” she admitted. “Mostly dogs and birds. You, my lord?”
“Horses and dogs, I enjoy immensely. Which bird?”
“The canary is my favorite.”
His lips curved into a smile. “Children?”
“Oh, yes, there is nothing more precious.”
“Do you have any?”
Tension thrummed through her veins. “No.”
Soft, soothing kisses danced around her neck and shoulders.
“What is your favorite color?”
“Yellow. It reminds me of sunshine and happiness.”
“I like blue because it reminds me… I am flummoxed as to why, but I enjoy the color and the various shades presented as blue.”
She laughed.
“Are your eyes blue by any chance?”
“Brown.”
“Another delightful hue.”
Lily gasped. “You sneaky scoundrel!”
“You wound me, my sweet. I simply want to know you. I do not believe anything will ever equal the perfection of tasting your lips, of inhaling your moans and cries, feeling your wetness coating my fingers, of tasting the sweetness of your pussy. No one. With such a revelation, surely, I must know who you are?”
She moaned at the forbidden pictures his illicit words created in her mind.
As if unable to help himself, he bent and pressed a kiss at the curve of her hip and dragged his lips to the rounded globes of her derriere and bit…hard, then licked to soothe the sting.
“I love the soft feel of your skin under my tongue. You taste like cherries.”
Lily giggled, enjoying the sweet heat building in her veins.
“Tell me your name,” he coaxed, whispering kisses over her buttocks and hips.
“No.”
“Why ever not?”
“Because if we know each other, this will have to end before the conclusion of Lady Ambrose’s house party. We have two more days…let us enjoy them.”
“And if my intentions are honorable?”
She twisted her head and stared at his dark outline in ill-concealed shock. “What do you mean?”
“I would like to court you.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You heard me, my lady.”