“Lucas!” she called, panting so heavily she thought her lungs might burst. “Lucas.”
His tongue continued its gentle assault and he slid one finger into her wet warmth. She shuddered, contracting around his finger. His tongue brushed roughly again and again over the nub while his finger worked its way inside of her until he found a spot so sensitive that when he pressed it, she cried out and clasped his head hard with both thighs. His tongue kept up its rough lapping, while his finger returned to the spot and pressed again. She lifted off the bed, crying out. She bit the back of her hand to keep from being too loud as her body shuddered with wave after wave of rippling pleasure.
Good God, what had this man just done to her?
In the aftermath, she fell back against the pillow, her entire body feeling as if she’d gone boneless. Her breathing wasn’t right, and she wasn’t entirely certain it ever would be again. Leaving her shift bundled at her waist, Lucas moved up to pull her into his arms against his hard chest. “Well?” he asked, kissing her ear. “Did I pleasure you?”
“Did you pl—?” she breathed. “Lucas, I can honestly say I’ve never felt such pleasure before.”
He kissed her earlobe and nuzzled her neck. “I cannot tell you how pleased I am to hear that, my lady.”
The words ‘my lady’ gave her a devilish idea. She plastered an equally devilish grin on her face and turned her head slightly to look at him. “Is my wish still your command?” she asked, arching a brow at him.
“Yes, my lady,” he said. He pulled her fingers to his lips and kissed them one by one. “I’ll do whatever you want me to.” The look in his eyes was positively roguish.
“Good then.” She pulled away from him and sat up, pulling her shift back over her thighs.
He frowned when she covered herself.
“Would you rather I be naked?” she asked.
“What would you prefer, my lady?”
“At the moment,” she replied. “I want to pleasure you.”
His eyes flared.
She let her fingers trail down his flat abdomen. “Which means, I demand that you tell me what you want me to do to pleasure you the way you just pleasured me.”
“No.” The word shot out of Lucas’s mouth. He grabbed her hand to stop it from going any lower.
She lifted both brows. “Did you just say no? Is that any way for a footman to treat a lady?”
He shook his head. “No, but, Frances—”
“Ah, ah, ah.” She waggled one finger at him. “I believe you said my wish was your command. Do you still mean that?”
“I do,” he replied, bowing his head.
A thrill shot through her. He was going to do this with her. He was going to let her be in control of him, let her tell him what to do. Only she needed his help. Well, she would just have to ask for it.
“First,” she said, warming quickly to her topic. “We’re both going to get naked, you and I.”
His eyes flared again, and he expelled a deep breath.
“You first,” she demanded, only because she didn’t think she could stand to be the first one naked. She might be enjoying this, but at the moment she was still too shy.
“Take off your breeches,” she demanded, quite enjoying her ability to get him to do whatever she said.
“At your service,” he replied, his gaze not leaving hers.
She watched as he pushed himself up on the bed until he was on his knees. Good heavens. She was quickly becoming aroused again with this playacting.
He unbuttoned his breeches slowly. He pushed them down his thighs until she saw dark springy hair and his manhood, thick and heavy, in the center. It was so…large.
He sat back on the bed and quickly discarded the breeches altogether. “What next, my lady?”
She had to take a deep, shaky breath to right herself. “Next, I want you to lay down on the pillows.”
He arched a brow at her but did as she commanded. His big strong body rested atop the mattress; his dark hair splayed against the white pillow. This man was magnificent. And he was going to be her husband. A shudder racked her body.
She quickly pulled her shift over her head, deciding that the faster she did it the less self-conscious she would be.
The moment he saw her nude, he sucked in his breath sharply and Frances was suddenly proud of her body, something she hadn’t thought much of before.
“Do you want to touch me?” she asked, not entirely certain where that question had come from. Apparently, it had come from the place inside of her that wanted to enjoy every single moment of this.
“Yes,” he breathed.
“Touch me,” she ordered.
“Where?”
“Kiss me…my breast.” She rolled onto her back and he joined her, lying half atop her he trailed his lips down her throat to her breast until his mouth fastened on one nipple and she called out. He licked her, sucked her, and drew his thumb against her until she was nearly mindless with need.
“Wait!” she called.
His mouth came off her breast and he met her gaze with his own questioning one.
“This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen,” she finally managed to say.
“There’s not exactly a rule book,” he replied with a chuckle.
“No, but I want you to show me how to give you pleasure.” She cleared her throat, intent upon not allowing him to distract her again. “On your back again,” she demanded, then added, “please.”
“Very well.” He rolled over onto his back and propped up his head with both hands beneath it, a huge grin on his lips.
She let her eyes travel over the entire length of his body. His gorgeous face, wide shoulders, muscled chest, flat abdomen, and his long legs covered in dark, coarse hair. His member still stood at attention, but the man seemed positively at ease with his nakedness. As he should be. He
