Chapter 10 #4
She pulled back from the kiss, looking down at him, his lip still between her teeth.
Garret could hardly breathe, could hardly stop his hips from thrusting upward to connect with her.
She nipped at his lower lip, and Garret’s control snapped.
Suddenly, he was on his feet, dragging her up with him.
He turned, pushing her back against the stone wall as he pressed his hard cock against her warm center.
Her arms went around him, sliding his coat off his shoulders as he ripped at her livery.
When he had her coat off and her neckcloth untied, he savaged her neck with his mouth, marveling at how soft her skin was there.
He buried his nose in the crook of her shoulder, and his hands yanked her shirt free of her breeches.
She tugged his mouth back to hers and shoved his waistcoat open.
He didn’t know what happened next, just that he couldn’t stop kissing her.
She pulled back and yanked his shirt up and over his head.
As he tossed it aside, she ducked behind him, her hand moving along his flank to his back before dipping to his buttocks.
He turned to pull her against him, but she evaded him, moving back into Killian’s studio.
Her own shirt billowed out, falling to her knees and looking almost like a shift as she moved. “I told you I don’t want a brat,” she said, holding a hand up.
Garret clutched the back of a chair, realizing how he must look—a man intent on ravishing her, intent on taking what he wanted. He took a deep breath.
“You asked me to trust you,” she said.
“I know. I might have overestimated my self-control.” Then he shook his head.
He knew himself better than that. He knew the sort of man he was.
The navy had taught him that lesson, if nothing else of value.
“No. I didn’t overestimate. One word from you, and I’ll stop.
I’d never do anything you didn’t want me to. ”
She stared at him, her expression dubious.
Then she nodded and grabbed the hem of her shirt.
Garret’s throat went dry as she pulled the shirt up and over her head, revealing a tiny waist and small, round breasts she hadn’t bothered to bind.
He gripped the chair harder as his cock throbbed.
She had rosy nipples that stood erect and tilted slightly upward.
He wanted to rub his thumb over those hard points and trail his tongue over them.
“Come here,” he said, not trusting his legs to carry him to her.
“You come here,” she said, dropping the shirt then turning her back.
Without the coat and the shirt, the shape of her bottom was evident in those breeches.
She was still too thin, but the gentle swell of her hips pushed at the fabric of the breeches that had been made for a man.
She knew he was watching and moved her hips as she walked to the chaise longue.
She toed her shoes off and sat down, leaning against the side and looking over the back at him.
Garret dug his fingers into the chair and took another breath.
He didn’t know why his head should spin and his breath come so short.
He’d seen a woman’s breasts before. He’d seen far more impressive breasts and women with lush hips and arses that gave a man more than a handful to hold on to.
But he’d never seen anything as beautiful as Tamsin Archer. He’d never wanted a woman more.
Garret stumbled across the studio, almost knocking down a tripod with a canvas attached.
When he stood at the end of the chaise and looked at her, he sank to his knees, grasped her ankles, and pulled her down to meet him.
Her legs parted and he pressed against her even as he took her mouth for another long, slow kiss.
She’d been the one seducing him before. Now he would seduce her.
He wanted to kiss her senseless, and when her fingers pressed into the bare flesh of his back and he heard mewling groans from her, he knew he’d accomplished his goal.
He dragged his mouth along her jawline then down to her neck, taking his time and finding every spot that made her shiver.
For the moment, his hands rested on her waist, but he was slowly sliding them higher, his thumbs moving in circles against her bare flesh.
Garret teased behind her ear with his lips and his warm breath, and she gasped and dug her fingers into his back.
He reached up and unhooked her arms then pushed them up and over her head, causing her back to arch in a way that made his mouth water.
He kissed down her neck, over her clavicle, then down to the swell of one breast. The taut nipple rubbed against his chin as he kissed a path down.
He looked up at her, saw how dark blue her eyes had grown, then took that pert nipple into his mouth.
“Oh no,” she murmured.
He sucked lightly on that hard point then flicked at it with his tongue.
She moaned and arched further. His other hand cupped her free breast, caressing that nipple with his thumb.
Her flesh was soft and firm, and her skin was now a rosy blush color as her arousal grew.
He teased her for a long time, rubbing his lips against the underside of those breasts, feeling the weight of them in his hands, teasing her nipples until they were swollen and dark red.
Then he kissed his way down her abdomen, which was flat, almost concave.
He’d fix that with a few more meals. He wanted her well-fed and rounded with health.
He reached the fall of the breeches and unfastened them.
Tamsin immediately rose on her elbows and looked down at him.
“I don’t want—”
“I know.” He pushed the breeches down over her hips. “This won’t make you pregnant. It’s impossible.”
“What are you doing?”
“I believe the Latin term for it is cunnus lingere.”
She gave him a horrified look, and he couldn’t stop a smile. “I’m going to put my mouth on you.” He pressed a hand between her thighs. “Here.”
Her eyes, already very dark, went very large.
“Unless you don’t want me to.”
“Oh, I want you to.” She reached down and pinched his arm.
“If you’re trying to decide if you’re awake, you’re supposed to pinch your own arm.”
“I want to see if you’re real or I’ve just imagined you.”
“If you can imagine this”—he drew her breeches down and stripped them off, baring her—“you have a very active imagination.”
“You have no idea,” she murmured, leaning back on her elbows and watching as he kissed the inside of her knee.
She smelled of plain soap and the wool of the livery she’d been wearing.
As he worked his way up the inside of her thigh, he marveled at how silky her skin was against his lips.
Her hands were not soft or smooth, but this secret part of her was soft and tender.
She trembled the closer he moved to her sex.
“Garret,” she whispered, and he met her gaze as he pressed his mouth to her.
She closed her eyes, and the look on her face could only be described as bliss.
She deserved this peek at paradise. He couldn’t imagine how hard her life had been, and he wanted to be the one who could give her pleasure, if even for a few moments.
Not that he was completely selfless. He was loving the sight of her as she opened her legs wider and sank back on the velvet.
She arched her back and moaned low, the sound of which made his cock so hard it was almost painful.
His finger slid inside her, feeling how slick and tight she was.
Her muscles clamped on him as she began to climax from the work of his mouth.
He considered pulling back, drawing out the pleasure and making her wait, but he wanted to see her face when she orgasmed.
He stroked upward with his finger and laved at her with his tongue until she was shaking and clutching her fists on the fabric of the chaise.
Finally, she arched her hips, and he felt her muscles spasm around him as the climax surged through her body.
She called his name, and for some reason hearing his name amid her choked cries made him want her more than before.
But for the moment, this was enough. He kissed her abdomen and pulled her close, and it seemed holding her was all he’d ever really wanted.