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about their surroundings, Fliss acknowledged. A far cry from the Eckles’s comfortable public rooms, where Fliss had spent the majority of her day following her picnic luncheon with Lord Sterling, when she had singled out and chatted with one fair-haired gentleman after another. So far, she’d had no success. Nothing about any of those gentlemen reminded her of the harshly spoken man in the Woodrows’ library.
“I am ready for you to feed me now.”
Fliss drew her breath in sharply at the husky intimacy of both Sin’s words and tone. An intimacy added to when she turned around and saw that he had now removed his shirt completely and was drying off his freshly washed chest with it.
And such a chest it was.
Fliss had guessed Sin’s body would be broad beneath his tailored clothing, but she had not imagined that clothing hid anything as magnificent as these massively wide shoulders and muscular chest. His nipples were as dark as pennies amid the light dusting of dark hair that formed a vee across his chest before tapering and then disappearing into the waistband of his black pantaloons.
Taut muscles rippled as he threw the shirt down on a stool. “Fliss?”
Her legs moved of their own volition, it seemed, as she walked slowly toward him, her mesmerized gaze fixed on that naked and magnificent chest.
She came to a halt mere inches in front of him. Her breathing was shallow, but even so, the bodice of her gown felt too tight to contain the sensitive, heavy weight of her breasts. Her heart fluttered wildly as she raised her gaze to meet his fierce emerald one.
A nerve pulsed in his tightly clenched jaw. “You should not have come here.”
Fliss took no heed of his warning as she slowly lifted her hands toward him, feeling the heat given off from his naked flesh without even touching it. Heat, and that clean male smell that was purely Sin.
Purely?
Fliss almost choked on the thought. There was absolutely nothing pure about Sin Montgomery.
Or the way he made her feel.
Sin sucked in his breath as he felt his skin absorb and respond to the soft touch of Fliss’s gloved fingers, and all the way down to his rapidly engorging cock. He tensed as those fingers became bolder still, trailing across the hard nubbins of his nipples, stroking and then lightly pinching, much as he had with Fliss’s own breasts this morning.
She gazed curiously up at him. “Does that give you as much pleasure as it gives me?”
“Yes,” he bit out between clenched teeth.
She nodded as if satisfied with his answer before her eyes lowered to watch as her hands moved lower still, down over the soft vee of dark hair to where Sin’s fully erect cock now strained the material at the front of his pantaloons.
She chewed on her bottom lip. “May I…?”
May she? The desire to take, to possess, had been raging through Sin’s body since this morning. Only the distraction of caring for Dante had prevented him from returning to the house and making love to Fliss where she stood. Or lay. It had not mattered where, only that he do so.
She had disobeyed him by leaving her bedchamber, and he would bring her to task over that later. Much later. For now, Sin only wanted her hands and mouth on him.
His fingers shook slightly as he unfastened the front of his pantaloons before peeling back the material and exposing his bare and straining cock. He heard Fliss draw in a breath as he fisted his cock and pumped several times along its length, resulting in the release of liquid at its tip. “Would you like to taste it?” he invited gruffly as he saw how avidly she watched him.
Fliss’s gaze darted up to Sin’s and then back down again as his long fingers continued to caress the length of his cock and more of that release escaped its slitted tip.
The scene was reminiscent of that one in the Woodrows’ library, and yet at the same time nothing like it. There was no aggression in Sin’s tone, only invitation, and the truth was, Fliss wanted to
“I am ready for you to feed me now.”
Fliss drew her breath in sharply at the husky intimacy of both Sin’s words and tone. An intimacy added to when she turned around and saw that he had now removed his shirt completely and was drying off his freshly washed chest with it.
And such a chest it was.
Fliss had guessed Sin’s body would be broad beneath his tailored clothing, but she had not imagined that clothing hid anything as magnificent as these massively wide shoulders and muscular chest. His nipples were as dark as pennies amid the light dusting of dark hair that formed a vee across his chest before tapering and then disappearing into the waistband of his black pantaloons.
Taut muscles rippled as he threw the shirt down on a stool. “Fliss?”
Her legs moved of their own volition, it seemed, as she walked slowly toward him, her mesmerized gaze fixed on that naked and magnificent chest.
She came to a halt mere inches in front of him. Her breathing was shallow, but even so, the bodice of her gown felt too tight to contain the sensitive, heavy weight of her breasts. Her heart fluttered wildly as she raised her gaze to meet his fierce emerald one.
A nerve pulsed in his tightly clenched jaw. “You should not have come here.”
Fliss took no heed of his warning as she slowly lifted her hands toward him, feeling the heat given off from his naked flesh without even touching it. Heat, and that clean male smell that was purely Sin.
Purely?
Fliss almost choked on the thought. There was absolutely nothing pure about Sin Montgomery.
Or the way he made her feel.
Sin sucked in his breath as he felt his skin absorb and respond to the soft touch of Fliss’s gloved fingers, and all the way down to his rapidly engorging cock. He tensed as those fingers became bolder still, trailing across the hard nubbins of his nipples, stroking and then lightly pinching, much as he had with Fliss’s own breasts this morning.
She gazed curiously up at him. “Does that give you as much pleasure as it gives me?”
“Yes,” he bit out between clenched teeth.
She nodded as if satisfied with his answer before her eyes lowered to watch as her hands moved lower still, down over the soft vee of dark hair to where Sin’s fully erect cock now strained the material at the front of his pantaloons.
She chewed on her bottom lip. “May I…?”
May she? The desire to take, to possess, had been raging through Sin’s body since this morning. Only the distraction of caring for Dante had prevented him from returning to the house and making love to Fliss where she stood. Or lay. It had not mattered where, only that he do so.
She had disobeyed him by leaving her bedchamber, and he would bring her to task over that later. Much later. For now, Sin only wanted her hands and mouth on him.
His fingers shook slightly as he unfastened the front of his pantaloons before peeling back the material and exposing his bare and straining cock. He heard Fliss draw in a breath as he fisted his cock and pumped several times along its length, resulting in the release of liquid at its tip. “Would you like to taste it?” he invited gruffly as he saw how avidly she watched him.
Fliss’s gaze darted up to Sin’s and then back down again as his long fingers continued to caress the length of his cock and more of that release escaped its slitted tip.
The scene was reminiscent of that one in the Woodrows’ library, and yet at the same time nothing like it. There was no aggression in Sin’s tone, only invitation, and the truth was, Fliss wanted to
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