The Mystery of Mr Daventry (Scandalous Sons 4)

He closed the gap between them in an instant and claimed her lips in a fierce open-mouthed kiss. Despite the chill in the air, his skin was hot against hers, warming her core. He smelled of leather and soap and spice. Manly. With every deep plunge of his tongue, the fire between her legs flamed.

He broke contact, glanced down at her breasts pressed against his bare chest. “If this is a dream, don’t let me wake now.”

Sybil slipped her arms around his waist, gripped his buttocks and gave one cheek a pinch.

“Ow!” He laughed.

“If this is a dream, that would surely have woken you.”

“You want to play, is that it?” His hum spoke of sensual power. “You want me to torment you, tease you.” His velvet voice fanned lust’s flames. “You want me to tell you all the things I want to do with you, Sybil.”

Excitement flared. “Tell me.”

“By now your sex is throbbing, aching for my touch,” he said, taking hold of his erection and pushing his member between her legs. “It’s all you can think about, me stroking you, me thrusting hard into your tight body. Us moving together. Us panting and writhing.”

Sybil grabbed his shoulders to steady her balance. Oh, she loved the feel of his erection sliding over her sex. Her head fell back, and she moaned. “Don’t stop, Lucius.”

“I’m going to make you come like this.”

“Yes,” she breathed.

He gripped her buttock with his free hand, continued to rub the head of his shaft over her sex. Oh, she was getting closer to that delicious peak. Closer. So close she was about to topple off the edge. And then her world shattered into a million sparkling pieces.

“Lucius,” she cried, as heat from her climax flooded her core.

He held her close as she shuddered in his arms. “God, love, next time I want to be buried inside you.”

Next time? She needed him inside her now.

“Show me how to please you,” she said, still feeling as if she were soaring through the clouds. She captured his hand and pulled him to the chaise. “Show me what to do. Show me how to make love to you.”

“You want to learn how to love me, Sybil?” he whispered almost incredulously. The warmth in his eyes seemed to penetrate her skin, her flesh, reaching down into her soul.

“Let me give myself to you,” she said, fearing he might have a change of heart. “If you’re worried because I’m a virgin … if you don’t want me—”

“You’re the only woman I want.” He glanced at the chaise. “Lie down. Next time will be better than this, I promise you.”

Better?

Good Lord. Any better, and she’d lose her mind.

She did as he asked, and he covered her with his hard body, squashing her in a way that made her feel safe. Secure. Loved.

Lucius closed his eyes and kissed her, his tongue slipping over hers in a tantalising rhythm, twining, mating. She could spend eternity kissing him like this—slow, deep, with such intense feeling it was like a silent language. Their language.

Each tangle of their tongues tightened the inner coil. She obeyed the instinctive need to clamp her thighs around him. To hold him tight in a primal embrace.

“Look into my eyes,” he said. “I’m going to join with you.”

A rush of affection washed over her as he eased inside her.

“You’re so tight.” He sucked in a breath. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

“You’re not.” She gripped his buttocks, loved the way they clenched and released as he pushed a little deeper, withdrew, pushed into her again.

“Oh, God, Sybil.” He closed his eyes as he worked slowly in and out of her body.

She didn’t want to close her eyes.