The Art of Taming a Rake (Legendary Lovers 4)

His nudity was enough to take her breath away. With firelight sculpting his arms and shoulders and powerful thighs, he was incredibly beautiful. How was she supposed to make a man like this feel overwhelmed by lust? Especially when she was so hot already. She was filled with tension and wild anticipation—

Take care, Venetia. She had to remember her role as a femme fatale.

Gathering her control, she tossed out another challenge. “I won’t make it easy for you to tame me, Quinn.”

“I would expect nothing less.”

The lightness of his tone told her he was too confident. Resolutely, she reached down and curled her fingers around his hard shaft. At the feel of him, Venetia’s stomach tightened. She couldn’t stop the wave of remembered desire that mere contact with him aroused.

And from his knowing eyes and sensual smile, he understood her dilemma.

Once more Venetia strove for casualness. “You would make a superb model for a sculpting class,” she observed.

He raised an eyebrow. “How many men have you seen nude?”

“Not many. And none were aroused as you are. I never realized a man’s…member could be so large.”

To her gratification he swelled further in her hand. “The credit belongs to you.”

“Does it?”

Covering her hand with his, Quinn wrapped their joined fingers around his erection. “This is for you, sweet Venetia. Only for you.”

Did he mean his desire, or was he also talking about fidelity?

Knowing it would be a mistake to continue in so serious a vein, she smiled up at him. “I think you are talking too much. You may kiss me now.”

His sensual lips and sinful smile were only a breath away, yet he didn’t obey. Instead, he reached out to gently squeeze her nipple. “You said there was no hurry.”

The brush of his fingers sent another bolt of awareness shooting through her. As usual, one touch was enough to make her breathless and mindless.

With a forcible effort, Venetia maintained her concentration and raised herself on tiptoe so that she could kiss him.

Quinn bent his head then to take her lips forcefully. It was the kiss of a man who knew exactly what he wanted. His mouth was hot and hungry, claiming hers and stealing her will. Her body came alive as a flush of heat—of pure, raw wanting—streaked through her.

You cannot give in, Venetia scolded herself.

Quinn kept on kissing her, though, arousing with silky strokes of his tongue, slowly driving, deliciously plundering, until she managed to pull away.

He merely lowered his head to her breasts. His fingers tightened on one stiff crest, while his mouth attended the other.

When Venetia gave a soft moan, he suckled harder. The pleasure was so intense she felt weak, almost faint.

Then slipping his hand between her thighs, he parted the slick folds and gently buried his fingers inside her. Venetia gasped. She wanted, needed to fill herself with him again—

No, she had to stop him.

Her fingers tangling in his hair, she held his mouth away. “No, Quinn,” she rasped. “That is far enough.”

He sighed with obvious regret. “Very well. Fortunately I am a patient man.”

She couldn’t say the same about herself. She felt impatient, restless, needy. She was already quivering from his sensual torment, and he had barely begun. Her breasts felt highly sensitized and tender from his suckling….

Venetia shook her head to clear it. “Lie down on the bed,” she ordered.

“What do you mean to do?”

“Pleasure you. Satisfy you.”