Chapter 4
Four
My New Year’s Resolution List
—A most wanton New Year’s resolution list written by Lady Phoebe Drake, meant for the eyes of the Duchess of Nithesdale, but read by Mr. Joshua Forrester instead. The list was not burned as intended. It was carefully placed inside the reader’s pocket to be treasured for eternity.
Phoebe’s mouth was on his cock.
Forget hell. He was definitely in heaven. He would have thought his cock would shrivel in the cold. To the contrary, her hands and mouth were heating him to a boiling point.
“You've never done this before?”
She gave a slight shake of her head and he felt her smile on his cock. Holy hell, that glorious smile. And it belonged to him.
“I find that impossible to believe,” he croaked as her fingers heated his bollocks, causing them to tighten beyond comprehension.
Her brow furrowed and he quickly clarified his statement.
“What I mean to say…” He groaned once more as her tongue swirled around the length and the focused on the tip.
“Phoebe,” he gasped. “You are on the verge of unmanning me.”
“That is the point, Joshua. Are you watching the road?”
“There is no bloody road,” he rasped as he glanced around the field and attempted to see if there were any travelers about or hunters bringing a rabbit home to cook.
His gaze was met with a winter wonderland more beautiful than he’d ever imagined, especially when his gaze returned to the fallen angel kneeling at his feet with her snow-covered auburn curls bent over his cock.
Life was glorious and he was going to spend all over her if he wasn’t careful.
“Phoebe.” He sounded out of control and that wicked little grin of hers teased his cock once more before she began taking him deeper, harder, faster.
His cock struck the back of her throat and she struggled for a moment but then flattened her tongue and continued as if she had been a trained courtesan. She was determined and glorious.
His spine tingled. His bollocks tightened. “Phoebe, I…I can’t hold back.”
She ignored his warning.
“I’m going to come.” And he did. In her sweet, delectable mouth, he came like he never had before.
His cock pulsing and spending like an untried lad with his first sexual experience.
It was maddening to have so little control.
He had thought to give her pleasure first. He had dreamed about making her come so many times, and she had been the one to be bold.
She leaned back on her heels and wiped the corners of her mouth with a single delicate finger as her tongue brushed across her upper lip and snow sprinkled down on her auburn curls.
Then she slowly tucked his semi-hard cock back inside his trousers, each touch making him want more as she buttoned his falls.
It had been impossible to take his eyes from her until she glanced forward and his own eyes followed her gaze.
“We are lucky this landscape is endless,” he confessed. “I’m not sure I would have noticed a cliff.”
A satisfied grin graced her lips as he helped her back into the seat, but she wouldn’t be there long.
Items number one and three on her list were about to become a reality.
He spied the crumbled stone ruins of an ancient wall to his right and directed the horse to them before pulling on the reins to stop the sleigh.
“What are we doing?”
“You wanted to make a snowman, and I promised to help you fulfill your list.”
“Iseabail said we should make a snow woman,” Phoebe replied while putting on her gloves.
“It is your list. We will make whichever you desire.”
“Then I would like to make both as they embrace in a kiss.”
He lifted a brow. “I believe one part of the snowman you wanted to build won’t be visible if they are kissing.”
“Yes, but I will know where it will be buried.”
“I like this saucy side of you,” he said as he pulled the horse to a stop and hopped down from the sleigh.
He reached up and placed his hands on her waist to help her down and couldn’t resist running her body down the length of his on her way to the ground. He groaned as her core came into contact with his quickly hardening cock and her eyes widened.
“So soon?”
“It is always hard with you around,” he answered truthfully.
She scoffed. “I would have noticed.”
“I can assure you, it’s true.”
She ran her hand over the length of him as if she could not believe he was ready once more. It was enough for him to decide the snow-couple could bugger off until another day. He had a snow angel to please. Joshua bent over and pick her up.
Phoebe squeaked. “What are you doing?”
“It’s time for a snow angel.”
“Here?”
“Here.”
“But what if someone comes?”
“No one is coming, except you.”
She giggled. “Joshua. I had no inkling you were so devilish.”
“Let me show you how sinful I can be,” he growled.
He traipsed through the ankle-deep snow and then carefully laid her down in the cold, soft layers of white.
“Keep your feet together and your hands at your sides until I step toward your feet, then bring your arms out and over your head as you bring your legs as wide as your skirts will allow so that you erase my footprints. Then close your eyes and enjoy.”
“What if I want to watch?”
“Then you may watch, but if you’re able to keep your eyes open the entire time, I am doing something seriously wrong.”
“Why is that?”
“Have you never experienced an orgasm?”
“I think so.”
His brow knitted. “I will make certain you know so.”
Phoebe closed her eyes as she moved her arms and legs back and forth.
Her lashes twitched with each snowflake that landed on her peaceful expression.
Watching her as snow sprinkled down on her form, adorning her hair, cheeks, and lashes as her grin grew with each passing stroke of her arms and legs was a lesson in erotic temptation.
Her coat opened farther with each pass of her legs.
Her gown was creeping upward exposing lengths of her wool stockings and the shapely form of her calves. A rumble of desire formed in his chest.
“This feels remarkable,” she whispered. “Rousing and exhilarating.”
She really didn’t know how arousing it was.
His cock was as hard as it had ever been.
He wanted her here and now. In the wet snow with her arms and legs flung wide.
Resisting was the biggest feat of self-control he’d ever experienced.
What he wanted more was to taste her, destroy her walls and make her scream to the heavens in ecstasy.
Joshua dropped to his knees, pulled off his gloves and pushed her skirts to her waist. He held her legs apart as he exposed her lace-trimmed drawers and groaned.
Only Phoebe would have the drawers of a courtesan and never allow anyone to see them but her maid.
He would rather have seen her entire body bare to him, but he would settle for her sweet, bare cunny.
He ran his hands up her thighs, to her waist and beyond, where her lush breasts strained against her redingote buttons.
He could not wait to take them in his mouth, but for now he would satisfy himself with making her come.
He rubbed her breasts through her clothing and she arched her back as he brought his face down to the opening in her drawers.
He breathed in the sweet scent of her desire and closed his eyes as lust flowed through his body.
He massaged her breast with one hand as he pushed apart the slit in her drawers with the other, exposing her intimate wet lips. “Fuck me.”
Phoebe froze and then lifted to her elbows and her eyes met his.
“Bend your knees,” he instructed as he released her breast and brought both of his hands to her ankles and spread them wide, exposing even more of her flesh to him.
“You’re ruining my angel,” she breathed, her chest rising and falling in a brisk manner.
“An angel who looks like you should fall.” His mouth hovered over her flesh as he savored her scent and allowed his warm breath to tease her with what he was about to do.
“Joshua.” The plea fell from her lips and he answered it with a stroke of his tongue up her center.
She bucked and gasped, and he put one hand on her lower abdomen, her reaction stoking a need in him he did not recognize.
It was all consuming, never-ending, and he knew in that moment he would never get enough of Phoebe.
He would not let her escape their destiny now.
Not after he had tasted how good life could be.
He licked and licked, glorified in her pleasure as her legs began to quiver.
He devoured her wetness like a man who had found the Garden of Eden in the middle of the icy-cold fields of Scotland.
When he stuck his tongue inside her warm wet channel, a moan was torn from his lips with the pure decadence of the woman he loved.
Her back arched, her stomach tightened beneath his hand and her speech turned into incongruent murmurs of longing.
“Ohhh,” she sighed. “Ahhh.” It was as if she could think of nothing else to say, and that was exactly where he wanted her.
Her hand went to his head as she pushed his mouth against her core and it was his turn to smile on her most intimate parts.
He moved back to her clit, teasing and swirling his tongue in a manner to drive her to the edge. He was rewarded with a gasped, “Yes, oh God, yes.”
Then he slid a finger inside her and her muscles contracted around it, sucking him inside as she let out a cry.
He lapped at the soft, delicate skin of her sex, her taste making him harder than he thought possible.
Phoebe shuttered. Her control slipping as her body trembled, and she fucked his face, calling out his name. “Joshua, please.”