The Governess Was Wanton by Julia Kelly Page A

blanked her mind once again. The sensation of his soft, needy lips on her neck was delicious. Her entire body seemed to tingle with the delight of him playing over her skin, licking, sucking, and biting at the sensitive spots that made her knees buckle and her stomach flip. He slid his lips over her collarbone and the broad sweep of her chest exposed by the off-the-shoulder style she wore. When he kissed her dress’s neckline, she gasped.
    â€œToo much?” he asked, lifting his head but not relinquishing his grip on her waist.
    â€œNot enough,” she breathed. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
    She gripped his biceps, holding on with everything she had as he slipped a finger under each of her delicate sleeves and slid them farther down her arms. She looked down and saw that he’d exposed the top of her corset. It was plain and serviceable against the richness of her dress, but the earl didn’t seem to notice. Instead he skimmed his fingers along the edge and yanked the garment down in one smooth movement. The tops of her breasts—already straining to be free—sprang out of their confinement.
    â€œSo beautiful,” he murmured against her skin, pressing a kiss to the cleft between her breasts.
    His hand slid up, molding to the shape of her. His thumb skimmed over one of her exposed nipples, teasing it so that her hips canted up and pressed against his hard cock.
    â€œWhat I want,” he said, casting his eyes up her half-bare body, “is to take you in my mouth and tease you until you can’t stand it any longer. Do you want me to do that?”
    â€œGod, yes,” she begged.
    And he did exactly as he promised. He slid her peaked nipple between his lips and sucked hard. A bolt of desire rocked her. Her fingers dug into his arms as she pushed her breast farther into his mouth. She’d been a fool when she thought she’d be able to resist this. She was a fool now if she believed that she’d be able to do this only once. He was opening up her world, unleashing her pent-up passion that she’d never be able to forget. But none of that really mattered—not while this sensation rolled through her body. Not while he was sucking and teasing and taunting her nipple until she felt as though she might expire on the spot.
    He sucked hard one last time and let go, pulling a mewling sound from the back of her throat. But instead of moving back, he merely sought out her other breast, sharing the sensation that spread through her body, consuming her.
    The flick of Lord Asten’s tongue over her nipple was almost enough to distract her from the feeling of his fingers creeping down her legs and under her skirts. Almost.
    â€œMy lord,” she gasped out as his inquisitive fingers reached her knees—knees that had never been touched by a man before.
    He jerked his head back as though he’d been pulled from a daze. “You’re right.”
    But before she could protest that he’d stopped, he swept her up in his arms. She yelped in a most undignified manner and clung to his neck as he strode for the stairs and carried her farther into the garden.
    â€œI wouldn’t want anyone else to enjoy the sight of you. That’s just for me,” he murmured against her ear.
    Lord Asten carried her to a marble bench and sat her down carefully. But if she thought they might resume kissing and a little touching, she was sorely mistaken. Instead the earl dropped to his knees on the damp paving stones.
    â€œLet me taste you, my lady. Please.”
    She stared at him. The fourth Earl of Asten, one of the most powerful men in England, was begging to kiss her. It was unfathomable, and yet it was happening.
    All she could do was nod.
    His deft fingers lifted her skirts and circled her ankles. She trembled at his touch, bracing her hands behind her on the bench as she watched. His hands skimmed up her calves. She hoped he didn’t notice her stockings