He slid his hand from her waist to grab her sweet arse, holding its curve in his palm and squeezing. He felt her shudder, and squeezed harder, then let go to caress the round globe.

She placed her hands on his waist, tucking her thumbs into his waistband, his cock standing at rigid attention at the close proximity of her hand.

Please, please, slide that palm down, he begged inside his head. Mostly because he couldn’t speak since her tongue was in his mouth.

Only she did better than that—she began to undo the placket of his trousers, shoved the fabric aside and began to push his trousers down his legs.

His cock arched forward into her belly, covered by his smallclothes. He needed to get everything off as soon as possible.

Breaking the kiss, he quickly pushed his trousers entirely down and stepped out of them, then put his fingers at the waistband of his smallclothes. He met her gaze and arched one brow as if in question.

She bit her lip, her head giving a vigorous nod.

He drew them off also, and then he was entirely naked.

She stepped back, her lip still in her teeth, her gaze assessing him.

He resisted the urge to preen.

His cock was pointed straight at her, and his hand went to his shaft.

She shook her head, and he froze.

“No,” she said in a low, husky voice. “I want to touch you.” And she lowered herself to her knees and put her hands at his waist, then licked the tip of his cock before glancing up at him with a sly smile.

Holy hell.

“Della—” he begged, and she kept her gaze locked with his as she opened her mouth to take him inside.

He held himself still, waiting for her next move. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock as she began to slide her mouth up and down his shaft. Licking and sucking with a focused vigor he very much appreciated.

Her grip was tight, as he liked, and she was making soft noises of appreciation in the back of her throat.

He didn’t know if he could speak, or would ever be able to speak again.

He was close. So close to spending, to thrusting deep into her mouth and climaxing.

And then she raised her head, making him groan in disappointment.

She laughed, using his body to stand. “I want your cock inside me, Lord Handsome,” she said, pushing him toward the bed. He fell onto his back as she followed, clambering on top of him.

Her mouth was red and swollen, and her hair was coming down in soft tendrils.

He had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.

Except she wasn’t naked.