When he got the fabric high enough, he slipped his hand underneath and found the center of her through her drawers. Two fingers traced the feminine folds and she eased her legs apart as best she could. He groaned and sank his teeth into her skin. “You are so wet. So hot. God, Alice.”

He skimmed her flesh with his fingertips, teasing her with long sweeps determined to drive her out of her skin. Clearly, he was in no hurry whatsoever to move things along. “Kit,” she breathed, her body restless under his attentions.

“I know. I’m getting there. Kiss me,” he demanded, and shifted his mouth to hers, where their lips collided in a maelstrom of teeth and tongues, hunger and longing. Then his fingers rubbed that tiny knot atop her sex, the one where every nerve seemed to be centered, and she jumped.

“Is this all right?” His voice was silk and sin. “If you don’t like it, just tell me.” He did it again, then paused. “So do you like it?”

Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head. “I would like it more if you kept going.”

Chapter Seventeen

What he was doing was reckless and unwise, but Kit couldn’t seem to stop. Alice’s mouth was warm and plush, her tongue smooth and eager, and his fingers were exploring the slickness between her thighs. In short, he was in heaven.

He loved the way she responded to him. There was no artifice; Alice wasn’t experienced enough to fake her reactions. She clawed and mewled and strained to get closer, her hips seeking his hand as he stroked her clitoris. It was the most arousing thing he’d ever witnessed.

He wanted to give her this. Needed to give her this. Her first orgasm by a hand that wasn’t her own, and he would watch as she fell apart. Only one thing could make this better.

Breaking from her mouth, he eased off the couch and knelt on the floor. She tracked him with wild eyes now bright with desire. “What are you doing?”

“I am replacing my hand with my mouth.”

When her thighs instinctively closed, he shifted her legs apart and slipped between them. Her knees hugged his ribs but she didn’t try to cover herself. “I don’t understand.”

“You will understand in a few seconds. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.” Not once had a woman rejected Kit’s tongue on her pussy, but it could happen. And Alice was a virgin. Kit had no experience with innocents other than Alice. Women of her class were taught that sexual relations were dirty and base, that only men should ever find pleasure in the act. So, this could be more than she was ready for.

But he didn’t think so. No, he had a strong suspicion his pupil would love it.