Free If Love Were Enough by Suzanne Quill Page B

married for over ten years? Would she not need to have her passion fulfilled and soon?
    By the time he gathered his thoughts and body under his control again, Priscilla was coming back to herself. She rolled from her back to her stomach and undulated upon the warm carpet, stretching and preening like a cat waking after a nap.
    Finally, she sat back upon her heels. With a shy smile, she spoke to him.
    “My lord, you have kept your promise. I am most impressed you have not made a move to touch me. In fact, you have not moved in your chair.
    “I expect that a rake such as you must be in dire need after my seduction. Is it not so?”
    Needing to answer her, Brandon was surprised he could not find his voice. He cleared his throat. “My lady, I would be lying if I were to say I was not aroused by your self-gratification. In many ways, I was most gratified myself.”
    Her smile became rueful, almost embarrassed, but she crawled over to kneel before him. When she placed a hand on each knee, Brandon nearly jumped out of his skin.
    “But you are not gratified. Are you, my lord?” her eyes intent on his.
    She slid her hands up his thighs, squeezing the muscles she found there while watching him and his reactions. She spoke softly, intimately, “What man could be gratified when he can only look, not touch, and he cannot consummate his desires?”
    He was rock hard again.
    He did not think he could master too much more of her intimate attentions.
    She ran her hands up his hips, then his chest, stroking each and every muscle and sinew she came across. When she reached his cravat she deftly untied it, leaving it draping, then unbuttoned his shirt.
    He took in a swift breath when her soft, warm palms rubbed the skin and fur on his chest. But his inhalation assaulted him further, since she was near enough, warm enough, her scent permeated the air around him which acted like an additional aphrodisiac upon all of his senses.
    He watched her intently, but her gaze was no longer on his face but his chest. It was as if she was studying whatever her fingertips happened upon.
    Then she leaned in to take one of his nipples into her mouth.
    For the second time that night, Brandon thought he might die when blood rushed from his head to his cock. His control slipped yet again.
    This woman might be the death of him, or at the very least, they would be carting him off to Bedlam.
    He concentrated on control, breathing deeply, grasping the arms of the chair fearful he might rip them off.
    He must not touch her. He must not touch her!
    When her mouth released his flesh, he took in a gasp of air in relief. But it was short lived when her fingers made quick work of the buttons of his britches. His sex sprang free into the warm, sex-scented air of the bedchamber.
    He was momentarily appreciative of the little gasp he heard escape her lips when his full size was presented to her. And he was sure, without even looking, that he was engorged to his fullest after her masturbation and her attentions to him. But before he could bask in the glory of his virility, she lowered her head and enveloped his sex with the hot wetness of her mouth.
    His eyes closed to flashes of light behind his heavy lids.
    She licked and sucked in such heated agitation that his remaining threads of control were undone.
    While grasping the chair, his hips involuntarily rocked into her face pushing his organ as deep into her mouth as she would let him go. And all the time she fondled his nipples while her mouth sucked him like she would never let him free.
    He was far beyond thinking when his tattered control shattered. He felt his seed push full bore into her mouth. While he cried out in his personal ecstasy, she took every drop of him in, licking and sucking until his depletion was complete.
    In a state of complete and utter exhaustion and satiation, Brandon fell back against the chair losing his awareness of where he was. His only thought was of Lady Rutherford, Priscilla. How she made