Her Missing Marquess (Wicked Husbands #5) - Scarlett Scott Page 0,69

like nectar on my tongue, and I thought about how you rode my face and how much you liked it—”

“Stop!” Her cheeks darkened, and even her ears went red. “Do not continue, you scoundrel. That was perfectly depraved of you to do in the midst of dinner. All of it.”

He was hard once more. If she crossed the room and sat on his cock, he would fuck her silly and come all over again. She was a witch.

“Do you know what else I thought about, Nellie?” he continued, ignoring her protestations. “I thought about fucking you. About putting my cock inside you, and how tight and hot you would be.”

“Jack!” Her eyes were wide.

He had shocked her with his vulgarity. But she was also excited. He could see it in the way she bit her lip. He stopped stroking himself and crooked a finger at her. “Come here.”

To his utter shock, she obeyed him. She moved slowly, gracefully across the chamber.

“This is all your fault, Nellie, and now you are going to have to do penance,” he told her.

She licked her lips, desire making her expression go slack. “What do you want from me?”

“You made this mess,” he told her, knowing it was a risk. “What are you going to do about it?”

Knowing he was being ridiculously, foolishly bold. But knowing he had to do everything in his power to win this woman for good. And the only way it seemed he could reach her was through desire. He was changing tactics. This siege had just become a sensual onslaught.

Thirteen days.

That was all he had left.

Nell knew she should never have crossed the boundary separating her chamber from his. But she had risen with the intention of reading for a few minutes before ringing for her lady’s maid when she heard Jack’s shout. She had been worried for him. Before she’d had a chance to ponder the wisdom of her actions, her feet had been instinctively flying, taking her to him.

She had never expected to see the sight which was before her now.

Jack, naked, the proof of what he had been doing just prior to her interruption on his taut stomach. And what had she done? Lingered. She had ventured nearer. She had allowed her traitorous body to overrule her head.

His wicked words and the sight of him stroking his thick cock into readiness once more made her ache.

“Well, Nellie?” His low voice cut through her troubled musings, prodding her. “What are you going to do?”

As he asked the question, he grasped himself at the root.

She could not take her eyes off him.

She was going to do something very, very bad. Something she ought not to be doing. But when had she ever done what she ought to where Jack was concerned? He made her weak, and he made her want him. And he always would.

She crawled onto his bed and moved toward him on all fours. Last night, he had ruined dinner when he had given her two of the most exquisite orgasms of her life. Now, it was time for her to return the favor.

“Stop touching yourself,” she ordered him as she reached his side.

He lay on his back in the rumpled bedclothes, sleepy and gorgeous. And naked.

Jack’s body was all masculine, almost sinister in its perfection. Long legs dappled with dark hair, broad shoulders, lean hips, strong arms. His stomach was a series of muscle slabs, alive with each movement, every breath. The shadow of his whiskers returning on his jaw excited her. So did the way he watched her with his emerald stare. So did the knowledge that he had been thinking about her, fantasizing about all the sinful things he would do to her, when he had lost control and spent.

He released his cock, at last doing as she had asked. She settled herself between his thighs.

“Nellie? What are you doing?” he rasped.

There was a tremble in his voice, the suggestion he did not altogether trust her.

Good.

She did not want him to be able to predict what she would do next. She wanted all the power this morning. All the control.

“Cleaning my mess,” she told him before planting her palms in the soft bed linens alongside his hips and lowering her head toward him.

She had forgotten how much she loved the way he tasted. How much she had loved his cock in her mouth, how she had reveled in torturing him until he spent. But she recalled it now. The flesh between her legs was