A Most Unladylike Proposition - Chapter 18
The Earl of Heather’s blue eyes, dark with his carnal promise, snapped to her face. ‘You want me to show you…now?’ he whispered, clearly stunned by her bold statement.
‘I think so,’ she returned. And because her nerves were stealing her very breath, she tried to lighten the tense atmosphere by teasing him. ‘That way if I don’t like what you do, I have time to convince my father to end our engagement.’
His voice was deep, so low that it made her shiver. ‘That rather sounds like a challenge, my lady.’
‘Perhaps.’
‘I’m going to ask you one more time. Is this—me—what you want?’
Diana barely had to think it through. She was too greedy for the promise he’d made her. ‘Yes. You are.’
He grinned. And it was wicked. His big hand moved over her waist. He trailed his fingers over the fabric of her dress, up her ribs, and over her breast.
Her nipples beneath her stays pinched painfully tight in response. Diana moaned at the faint touch.
‘Here?’ he asked, his hand hovering over her breast.
‘Yes,’ she begged.
Instead of cupping her over the fabric of her dress as she’d expected, he slipped his hand into her dress and lifted her small breast from its confines. Diana gasped as his rough hand touched her sensitized skin and she was exposed not only to the night, but to the earl. ‘W-what are you doing?’ she asked. Her rational mind told her that she should be ashamed or embarrassed to be so exposed, but when she looked up at her fiancé, any shame or embarrassment simply dissolved. He looked hungry. Unhinged. Undone. For her. And it made her feel glorious.
‘I’m making love with you,’ he replied and, bending his head, drew her nipple firmly into his hot, wet mouth.
Diana’s body shuddered with pleasure. She closed her eyes against the force of her response and arched into the pressure, into his mouth.
The earl used his tongue and lips, pulling and teasing the sensitive peak until her breaths were leaving her in panted pleas. When he pulled back, releasing her flesh with a distinctive pop, she begged, ‘Don’t stop.’
Roughly, James replied, ‘Never,’ and lifting her other breast from its confines, lavished it with the same attention.