Noble Scoundrel - Amy Sandas Page 0,71

flat to the floor beside her. His expression was fierce with lust raging hot and unfettered in his gaze as he allowed her to push him until her arms could move freely between them. Her eyes flickered closed for a second as his new position caused his thigh to fit more tightly to her sex, inspiring a rush of tingling heat.

But then she remembered why she’d stopped him.

Her fingers flew to the buttons of her waistcoat, releasing them quickly.

As soon as he realized what she was doing, a wonderfully animalistic sound vibrated from his throat.

Katherine’s fingers moved faster.

Chapter Twenty-two

Mason straightened his arms to lift his weight from her soft warmth while she hastily shrugged free of the woolen waistcoat. Grasping the garment, he tugged it free from beneath her before tossing it carelessly aside. His gaze feasted hungrily on her increasingly exposed skin—flushed a pretty pink—as she opened the fastenings of her shirt.

“No corset?” His voice was unsteady.

Her eyes lifted to his. “Corsets are the exact opposite of comfortable.”

He chuckled at her dry tone.

Once she had the shirt open nearly to her navel, he couldn’t wait any more. Grasping the material at her shoulder, he pulled it down until one full breast was exposed. A soft mound of pale flesh, crested with a rose-colored nipple already tightly puckered.

With a growl, he lowered his head to the peak, closing his mouth around it in full.

She gasped then sighed throatily, a sound that made his stomach tighten. Her hands dove into his hair to grip his skull and her back bowed in a deep arch. With the first swirl of his tongue over the pebbled little rosebud, her fingernails scored his scalp.

What a fierce, demanding creature she was.

He suckled deep, drawing her harshly into his mouth.

She groaned—a thick, sultry sound—while the tension in her thighs went momentarily slack.

Mason didn’t hesitate. In a moment, he adjusted to settle more properly between her legs. On the next hard pull of his mouth on her breast, he rolled his hips, pressing his hard, aching length to her core. He craved the feel of her heat against him. Around him.

But not yet. First, he wanted to explore her. Taste her.

Giving another lavish swirl of his tongue before offering just a subtle scrape of his teeth, he tugged at her shirt again until he had it pulled down to where it caught at her elbows. Both breasts were bared to his gaze. Lovely, pert, modest swells. And his for the taking.

As he lowered his head to take the second peak into his mouth, he looked at her face.

Her eyes were closed beneath her slightly furrowed brow, and her thick lashes were an elegant fan against her skin. Her lips were parted and glistening, as if she’d just run her tongue over them. The pulse at the side of her throat was visible and rapid.

She was stunning.

He teased her swollen nipple with little flicks of his tongue. After a moment, he was rewarded with a gentle flutter of her lashes as she opened her eyes. Her gaze was fierce as she met his. Her breath shallow and ragged. The gentle prick of her fingernails on his scalp told him she wanted more. She needed more.

He waited. His mouth hovered above her breast while just his tongue played over the tip.

She watched him with glittering eyes, her focus avid and entrancing. As though the sight of his mouth at her breast was nearly as exciting as the feel of it.

How long would she allow the teasing?

Last night, he’d mentioned how he’d fantasized various ways he’d love to torment her, and he’d seen the way her eyes had brightened at the thought. Damn, there were so many ways he wanted to bring her to pleasure.

Pursing his lips, he blew a soft stream of air across her nipple, loving the way it puckered even more. Loving the way she shivered. Her legs shifted, tensing and squeezing his hips. Her shoulders pressed back and her hands curled into fists in his hair.

The tug of pain in his scalp pulled a low growl from his chest, and he extended his tongue in a swift little flick over her pink bud.

Her fists tightened even more and he laughed. Teasing her was more enjoyable than he’d expected, but he wanted more. And he knew she did too. “Don’t say you’ve suddenly gotten shy about telling me what to do,” he taunted gently.

Her gaze narrowed as her tongue slid across her lower lip. “Take me in