Summer Wine: Taste of Seduction, Book 1 by Jess Dee Read Free Book Online Page B

to her slightest touch. And Lily was not shy to touch.
    Angus broke the kiss only to drag his lips across her neck. Her silken skin, so damn soft, tasted almost as good as her tongue. Sweet, like the fragrance she wore, yet a little salty too.
    She groaned in his arms, the sound vibrating across his lips. He had an insane need to bite her, mark her, make her his. But doing so would hurt her. Mar her perfection, and he refused to subject her to either injury. So he nibbled instead, grazing her throat with his front teeth. Loving her reaction, loving the soft groans.
    Lily rubbed herself against his thigh. For long seconds, he had to close his eyes and grit his teeth, anything to stop himself from thrusting violently against her, easing the ache in his groin.
    “Still wet, Duchess?”
    She sighed softly. “Oh, ye— Hmmm, um, actually…I don’t know.”
    “You don’t know?” Yeah, just like he didn’t know if he had an erection.
    She closed her eyes and let her head drop back. “Don’t know,” she confirmed. “Perhaps you could check for me?”
    Oh, fuck. He was so screwed.
    “Perhaps I should,” he said gruffly. “A woman needs to know these things.”
    It took every ounce of strength not to rip the dress from her body. Instead, he tugged at the zip at the back, pulling it down. Lily shook the dress over her arms, and it landed in a pile at her feet. She kicked it out of the way.
    The woman was more stunning than he’d imagined, her body curvy and lush and made to be touched. Adored. Her breasts were high and firm, and her nipples were pebbled, pushing against the cups of the silky, light-pink bra that matched her panties. He let his hands wander over her satiny flesh, practically imbibing the feel of her.
    This was a woman worth savoring. A woman worth taking his time over.
    A woman in love with another man.
    He slid his finger into her panties, his mouth finding her lips as his fingers discovered her pussy. Her very wet pussy.
    His chest heaved in satisfaction, brushing against her breasts. “I’ve checked, Duchess.” Christ, talking was hard in his current state.
    “And?”
    “I can’t tell for sure. Gonna have to keep my hand there a little longer.”
    She sighed dramatically. “Take as much time as you need.”
    He did, stroking her plump, damp folds as their lips met in a long, slow kiss that scalded him all the way down to his toes.
    “Okay,” he said a million years later. “I can confirm that you are still wet down there. Very wet.”
    “I’m not convinced, Angus.”
    “Then maybe I’ll just keep checking.”
    “Good idea.” A flush stole over her cheeks.
    “So, how does it feel, Duchess?” he asked. “Kissing another man in Blake’s hotel?”
    She peeked at him from beneath heavy lids, her cheeks deliciously pink. “Truthfully?”
    “Always.”
    “Naughty.” Lily rubbed herself against him, her pussy lips slipping over his finger. “And freaking sexy.”
    “You look freaking sexy.” Aroused and uninhibited was a good look on Lily.
    “Ya know, I’d feel sexier if your finger was inside me.” She twisted her hips as though seeking to impale herself. “That way you’d be able to tell for sure if I really am wet.”
    Angus hesitated a heartbeat. “I have a better method of checking.” He dropped to his knees, curled his hands around her thighs and urged her to widen her stance. Then he pushed her panties aside, took a minute to inhale her musky scent and ran his tongue along her slick folds.
    Lily screamed.
    He licked her again, relishing the hot liquid that spilled from her pussy.
    “Angus!”
    He spent a long moment licking her, tasting, gorging as she writhed before him. Then reluctantly, he stood once again and replaced his tongue with his finger. He leaned in and kissed Lily, pressing his chest against hers and slipping his tongue into her mouth, feeding her a sample of her own nectar.
    “Proof positive,” he said at last, “that you are indeed very, very