Vexing the Viscount

“Tia,” he groaned as he ripped off his jacket. “If you weren’t so inexperienced I would take you against the wall right now.”

“Against the wall?” The image that came to her mind excited her, sending moisture to her folds. “How?”

“God, I love your curiosity.” He backed her against the wall again and then lifted her up. “Put your legs around my hips.”

She wrapped her legs around him. Feeling the pressure of his bulge against her, she whispered, “Oh, yes, please, Braden. Like this.”

Braden groaned. He couldn’t do this to her yet, no matter how much his body wanted him to sink into her wetness right this second. “You’re so new at this, Tia. It might be too much.”

“Now,” she said as she rubbed herself against him.

“No,” he said. He wrapped his arms around her back and carried her to the bed. “I am going to make love to you . . . properly.”

A slight look of disappointment crossed her eyes. “You don’t have to be such a gentleman with me.”

He tore at his clothing until he was naked. Slowly, he knelt over her. “You make me want to be a gentleman for a change.”

She blinked her eyes quickly, as if attempting to hold back tears. “You shouldn’t say such things,” she whispered.

He stretched out over her and kissed her sensually. When he broke away from her, he stared into her brown eyes. “I will never be good enough for you, Tia. But I’m going to spend a lifetime trying to be.”

Before she could utter a sound, he kissed her hard, demanding a response to his passion. Feeling her soft tongue scrape against his sent desire flaring through his body. Her soft moans encouraged him. Skimming his hand down her throat to her bodice, he realized his mistake. With a slight laugh, he pulled away.

“What is wrong?” she panted.

“We are doing this all wrong,” he said, rolling off her.

“We are?”

Braden rose from the bed and pulled her up with him. “We both really should be naked. Now turn around.”

She did as he requested and he had her stripped out of her clothing in just a few moments. Standing before him in just her stocking and garters, she shivered from either desire or the room temperature.

“Sit on the bed so I can remove your stockings.”

“I can do it.” She reached for the garter, but he pushed her hand away.

“I will do that.”

“As you wish.” She sat down on the edge of the bed and waited.

He quickly untied the first garter and slowly skimmed it down her leg. She released a staggered breath. After undoing the second, he brought his lips down to the soft skin of her thigh. Kissing his way down her leg, he removed the other offending stocking.

Once the stocking was off, he trailed kisses back up the long length of her leg. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he drew a finger along the crease. Feeling her quiver brought a smile to him. He moved his head between her legs and let his tongue follow the path of his finger.

“Braden,” she exclaimed. “What are you doing?”

“Enjoying the taste of you.”

“Oh,” she said with a sigh.

Tia lay back against the bed as his tongue slid between her folds. This couldn’t be right. But it felt so good. Her body tingled from the sensations. She felt a finger probe her entrance before sliding into her. Her heart pounded in her chest as he continued bringing her closer to the edge. As he stroked her harder, his finger sliding inside and out of her, her every nerve drew taut.

“Braden,” she screamed as release finally washed over her. Her entire body shook from the powerful climax. “Oh, my God,” she whispered.

He crawled back on the bed and kissed her softly, the taste of her still on his lips. Slowly, he kissed her neck, drawing gooseflesh to her arms. When he reached her breasts, he stared down at them for a long moment before plucking a tight nipple into his mouth. Instantly, her body reacted and readied for more.

She moaned as his mouth moved to the other nipple, eager for his attention. She reached for his hard cock and stroked it softly until he groaned.