Free Tempting a Sinner by Kate Pearce

me.”
    She didn’t deign to reply as he crouched in front of her and washed her fingers. He reached the cloth toward her breasts and she grabbed his wrist.
    “I can do that part, thank you.”
    She squeaked as he squeezed the cloth and water ran out, soaking her shift and making it transparent. With a soft sound, he leaned closer and licked her nipple through the muslin. His other hand cupped her between the legs.
    “Should I wash you here, instead?”
    Her heart was pounding, which was ridiculous because she was too tired to care what he did. She stared down at his blond head, at his hand buried between her thighs. It didn’t matter what she told herself. She’d never forgotten him. Perhaps it was true that the first man who took you was always the one you remembered.
    His fingers curled inward, stroking and tempting her to relax into his caress. His hot mouth drifted over her taut nipple, his tongue flicking out to circle her plump flesh. She could do nothing but watch him, her senses too fraught to either stop him or offer him encouragement. Goodness, this would never do. She slid a hand into his hair and yanked hard.
    “Ouch.”
    “Our dinner will be here in a moment.”
    “I know.” He pulled out of her determined hold. “Which leaves me just a few moments to complete my task.”
    He retrieved the washcloth and brought it between her thighs, patting and parting her folds, his mouth following the path of the cloth, and his fingers. She moaned when he licked her clit, her hips bucking to meet his waiting hand. The cloth felt rough on her tender flesh as he continued to clean and arouse her at the same time.
    Eventually, when she was on the brink of a climax, he stood up and stripped off the remainder of his garments. Holding her gaze, he washed himself, the water running down in soapy rivulets over his chest and stomach, catching in the dense hair of his groin and dripping off his erect cock. He rubbed the cloth over his shaft and balls and groaned.
    “I want you.”
    She raised her eyebrows. “But I’m not tied up.”
    “That could be arranged.”
    “You overestimate your charms, sir.”
    “You underestimate yours.” He leaned over the chair, caging her in. “You’re wet and wanting. When I thrust inside you, you’ll come so hard you’ll beg me never to stop.”
    “As I said, arrogant and deluded as well.”
    “Do you want to wager on it? I managed quite well the other night.”
    “I want my dinner, and then I want to go to bed and sleep for all eternity.”
    He moved away from her, his hands raised palms up. “Then get into bed.”
    Eyeing him suspiciously, she scrambled out of the chair and headed for the bed, turning her back on him to climb up the high side. She realized her mistake as he caught her around the hips, lifted her buttocks, and slid his cock home in her cunt. And God, he was right, she was climaxing within a minute as his fingers closed on her clit and he rubbed her in time to his pounding.
    In five more thrusts he was coming, too, filling her with his hot seed, making her climax again with the sheer power of his need. A knock on the door had him expertly sliding her between the sheets and covering himself with the topmost quilt.
    “Come in.”
    She bolted upright, quivering with a combination of satisfied desire and a reluctant admiration for his tactics and his ability to appear so normal. But he was the great deceiver. Why should she expect anything else?
    Lizzy brought in a large tray and set it beside the fire, modestly averting her gaze from Benedict’s exposed chest.
    “Here you are, sir. There’s soup and roast lamb and some potatoes.”
    “Thank you.”
    Lizzy picked up the bowl of water and the rest of the clothes scattered on the floor and left closing the door firmly behind her.
    “Do you wish to eat in bed, or come closer to the fire?”
    She glared at him. “ You are not a gentleman.”
    “No, I’m an aristocrat. As you’ve always been fond of telling