“I’m enjoying your company,” he told her. “We aren’t clashing.”
“The day isn’t over.”
He chuckled. “There’s that mouth again.”
“The mouth you wish to tame.”
“Very much so.”
The familiar warmth rose, spread, and tempted. “Suppose I said go ahead and try.”
“Then I’d say I need you to be clear. Is this a supposition or a challenge?”
What are you doing!She ignored the inner voice. “A challenge.”
He reached out and ran a slow finger over her bottom lip, and the intensity that flowed from it made her eyes slide closed. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He leaned closer, and the heat of his nearness set off tiny flares even before he placed his lips against hers.
He murmured, “I’ve been wanting to taste you since dinner yesterday.” And taste her he did; tentatively at first, lulling her, inviting her mouth to open with gentle licks of his fire-tipped tongue. And when he bit her bottom lip softly, she moaned just as he’d predicted. She knew she should’ve listened to her inner voice’s warning. Now it was too late. Her body drank in the alluring sensations like a drought welcoming rain.
He eased back, and she fought to catch her breath. He looked down at her with blazing eyes. “Would you like to hear what I’d do to you were we in my bedroom at home?”
His voice was mesmerizing and so seductive she could only reply, “Yes?”
He kissed her again. “Once this mouth is ripe enough for my liking, and yours, like now, I’d ask you to slowly undo the buttons on yourblouse because nothing arouses me more than a woman willingly undressing, and if you agreed, I’d move my kisses down your throat.”
Melting, she felt herself sway.
“I’d ask you to lower your shift and offer me first one breast to pleasure until your nipple is hard as a jewel, then the other.”
Raven wondered how long she could live without breathing. This man was far more dangerous than she ever could have imagined.
“Then I’d ask if you wanted more... and if you said, yes, I’d have you raise your skirts and touch yourself to let me know how wet you are. Are you wet, little corvus?”
The torrid power of him fueled a sweet ache of longing between her thighs. “Yes,” she whispered to herself, brain turned to mush.
“Good.”
Only then did she realize she’d replied aloud. Her eyes popped open in shock.
He simply smiled.
Appalled at how easily and totally he’d put her under his spell, she longed to toss back something pithy, but her ability to speak had gone missing. It took all she had to not ask him for more.
Leaning over, he gave her one last lingering kiss. “As I said yesterday, you’ll remember my pleasuring you for the rest of your life. Are you ready to go back to your mother’s place?”
Her mind was so muddled and dulled, she had trouble understanding what he’d asked. When she was finally able to shake free, she answered, “Yes.”
He stood and offered his hand. She viewed the hand and then him. Something inside knew this man was going to change her life whether she wanted it or not. Accepting his assistance, she placed her hand in his warm, strong one and shakily got to her feet. “Do you do this often?”
“Do what?”
“Seduce women over fish sandwiches?”
“No. You’re the first.”