A Portrait of Love (The Academy of Love #3) - Minerva Spencer Page 0,106

only been five nights since she’d last seen him in his robe, but it felt like a year. As ever, he wore nothing beneath it, the satin brocade obscenely tented by his erection.

Without a word, he strode toward her and caught her up in his arms, his mouth crushing hers.

A loud groan filled her ears and she realized that it had come from her.

He kissed her with lips, tongue, and teeth, grazing and nipping and sucking. “God, I missed you so much, Honey,” he muttered gruffly as he lightly bit her earlobe and then kissed it. “Did you miss me?”

She wanted to say something sophisticated and clever, but her wits were already scrambled. “You know I did,” she whispered as he nudged her head back and then trailed cruel nips and soothing kisses down her exposed throat.

“I think it’s time we resume our evening lessons, don’t you?” he said against the sensitive skin at the base of her throat—right before he sucked in a mouthful of tender flesh and worried it with his lips and teeth.

Honey squirmed at the insistent throbbing deep in her sex. What was wrong with her that she liked his rough touches so?

“You marked me,” she said in a dreamy voice.

It wasn’t a question, but he chuckled and nodded. “Guilty.” A big warm hand slid down her belly, toward her damp curls, making her aware that he’d unbuttoned the front of her nightgown without Honey even noticing.

He parted her lower lips, the pad of his finger calloused but gentle.

“Ah, Honey—how I love the feel of these prim little lips of yours.”

Her face heated, more at his lewd, suggestive words than the pleasurable stroking.

His other hand slid down her neck, not stopping until he held one of her breasts. He groaned. “What a delicious little bud.” He pinched her nipple hard enough to make her bite her lip and whimper. “Don’t hold anything in, love,” he chided with a growl. “I want all your noises. His finger stroked between her swollen folds. “So wet,” he praised in a breathy, harsh voice, caressing from her entrance to the tight bundle of nerves but never actually touching her needy core.

Honey tilted her hips to lure him closer.

He laughed, the sensual sound sending a shiver down her spine. “Such a greedy cunt,” he whispered.

She gasped, her body stiffening in shock. That was a word she’d only read one time—in a book she’d sneaked out of her father’s private library.

“Does that word shock you? Cunt,” he murmured.

Another wicked chuckle rumbled through his chest as he continued kissing and licking until he reached a nipple. He sucked her hard, taking in as much of her small breast as possible. The sounds he made were crude and animalistic, his finger teasing and teasing and teasing.

Honey made a noise of frustration, shoving her sex against his hand.

He moved so quickly that she found herself bouncing on her mattress before she even realized that he’d picked her up.

He grinned down at her, breathing raggedly. He tugged at the sash and then carelessly shrugged out of his robe, his fist closing around his thrusting organ.

Honey couldn’t help staring. She’d seen him naked and erect dozens of times, but his appeal never diminished.

He clenched his big hand tightly enough to make the veins on the back of his hand stand out, the ropey muscles in his forearm flexing beneath his sun-browned skin.

“I was hard all the way through dinner,” he said, his conversational tone at odds with his shockingly erotic actions and words. “Peel was most displeased when he undressed me for bed as there was a big wet spot on my pantaloons. I told him it was your fault.”

She gasped. “You didn’t!”

He grinned. “Did.”

His eyes dropped to where he was pumping into his fist and Honey’s eyes could only follow. “See how slick you make me?”

Honey made a mortifying gulping sound as she took in the most erotic sight she’d ever seen. Even his big hand could not dwarf his thick, ruddy shaft. The crown was a darker shade of red, the tiny slit glinting with moisture.

“Taste it.”

Honey blinked, as if that would improve her hearing. When she looked up, he reached for the bed, snatched up a pillow, and tossed it onto the floor between his spread feet. “Kneel and taste me.”

Her jaw dropped and whatever he saw on her face made him release himself.

He took a step toward her, his expression shifting in an instant from cruelly sensual to lovingly concerned. “I’m sorry, love.”