Goodness. How had she been married to Tucker for as long as she had been without realizing such sensations were possible? Her husband must not be as experienced in the art of intimacy as Lord Lipscombe.
Too bad for Vivi. Oh, what she wouldn’t give for a night with a man who could teach her such manners of release.
Blast, she shouldn’t allow herself to think like that. She loved Tucker. Dearly. And she wouldn’t ever want another man’s touch. Vivi closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall, trying to regain her composure. In a moment, she’d go back inside. Now that she’d found some relief for the ache in her sex, perhaps she’d be able to sleep.
At least she would if the Lipscombes had finished with their nighttime adventures.
Something hot grabbed her hand and Vivi’s eyes flew open. Tucker? Somehow, she contained her cry of surprise. Heat raced to her face. Had he been watching her? Had he seen her unthinkable behavior?
He pressed a finger from his other hand to her lips. “Shh, sweetheart.” Vivi nodded her agreement and he drew her fingers to his lips, drawing them inside his mouth.
Gracious heavens, those fingers had just been inside her sex, a place where nothing but his member had been before. He licked and suckled, with each draw acting as a pull to her core. Somehow, a new flood coated her private area, reaching to her curls. She couldn’t take her eyes from him if she tried.
Not that she tried.
Then he leaned against her, pressing her back against the wall. Tucker’s hot staff pressed hard into her belly. The flap of his breeches was down, so nothing stood between them but her paper-thin nightrail. He leaned his head down until his steamy breath tickled over her ear. “Such sweetness from your garden,” he murmured. “I’ll have to drink from the source tonight.”
Vivi shivered at his words, and her heart took up an unnatural rhythm. Could he do that?
Did she want him to?
Before she could make up her mind, Tucker took hold of her hands and pulled her back inside her chamber, shutting the door behind him. When the darkness of the room engulfed them, he cupped her face and brought her lips up to meet his. This was far from his usual sweet and tender kiss. It was hard and hot, and his tongue sought entrance to her mouth almost immediately. Vivi stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself from the shock of his behavior.
As his tongue ravished her mouth, Tucker moved his hands down her arms, over her back, and down to squeeze her bottom. He pressed her closer against him, settling her against the saddle of his hips and the pulsating heat of his loins. Then the moist warmth of his mouth moved down her neck, trailing a path of open-mouthed kisses over her collarbone and breasts. He nipped ever-so-gently against the side of her breast through her thin nightrail and Vivi jumped with a thrill.
Never before had she imagined Tucker, her gentle lover, would bite her. Never before had she imagined she would want him to.
“ You enjoyed that display, did you?” he growled, picking her up and carrying her to the large four-poster bed. Tucker parted her legs with his knee when he came down over her. “You liked watching him fuck his wife?”
Heat burned her cheeks, but not as much heat as pooled at the apex of her thighs. But what use was there in denying it? “Yes,” Vivi said on a shaky breath.
Pulling the nightrail over her head, Tucker dragged the palms of his hands over her swollen, aching nipples and she cried out.
“ I watched you touching yourself. Pinching here.” He closed his lips over one painfully sensitive nub and scratched it with his teeth, and Vivi arched her back into him while biting down on her lower lip. “And pulling here.” His tongue shot out and wet her other teat, then he blew on it with cool air, and she moaned-one of those deep, throaty moans from next door she’d been so intrigued by in the first place. “And rubbing hard down here.”
Tucker moved down her body. Without even knowing what she was doing, she squirmed away from the intimate touch she knew was coming. But he took hold of her hips and held her in place, then delved his tongue where no tongue had gone before. It was the most exquisite sensation Vivi had ever known. He swirled and sucked, nipped and prodded, licked and scraped-and she, all the while, could do nothing but writhe and grasp and moan.
But Tucker didn’t stop there. Vivi tried to catch her breath while her husband worked his fingers inside her, constantly using his lips and teeth and tongue over her button. She failed. There was no point in attempting to breathe. Yet again, that crashing response built within her and then crested, and she feared her scream was of the ear-splitting variety.
After a she came down from floating amongst the clouds, Vivi realized Tucker was no longer in the bed with her. She couldn’t let him give her such pleasure without finding his own. Once she regained the bones in her arms, she pushed herself up on her elbows.
“ I’ll be back with you in a moment, my love,” he said from near the hearth. One of his heavy boots hit the floor. “We are far from finished tonight.” His tone carried a promise.
She shivered at the thought of what else might await her. After all, she’d never experienced such a thing with her husband before. Heavens, she’d thought him unschooled in such things. Now it seemed, perhaps, that he simply hadn’t schooled her in them before now.
The soft sounds of him padding barefoot over the hardwood floor greeted her only moments later. Her pulse picked up with each of his steps as she anticipated his arrival. When he reached her side, he leaned over the bed and kissed her again. Her own musky essence mixed with the normal spicy taste of him on her tongue.
With him standing there next to her, fully nude, a truly wicked thought crossed her mind. She decided to act upon it without asking Tucker for permission.
Vivi reached out and took his shaft in her hand. He groaned, but deepened the kiss. It felt soft and smooth, yet incredibly powerful and hard against her palm. He didn’t seem to mind, so she closed her fist over him, squeezing just a bit.
He moved his hips, sliding his hardness through her fingers like he did when he was inside her sex. That gave her yet another wicked idea. Breaking off their kiss, she leaned over to the edge of the bed and placed a chaste kiss on the tip.
“ Sweet Jesus,” he moaned. “You don’t have to do that, Vivi.”