He pushed her skirts higher, up toward her waist, revealing drawers of plain cream cotton with only light blue silk ribbons for embellishment. The slit in the cloth revealed her sex, now glistening with her arousal, and the sight and smell nearly caused him to spend in his trousers. He was so hard it felt as if the skin surrounding his cock might split open. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

He reached under her thighs and pulled her forward, closer to his mouth, then studied her face. Her eyes were glazed but unafraid. Bending closer to her pussy, he said, “Put your hand on the back of my head.”

“Why?” Her voice was thin and breathy, and it sent more lust cascading through him.

“If you don’t like it, push me away or tell me to stop. If you like it, however, do the exact opposite.” Fuck, the idea of Alice holding on to him, smashing his face closer to her quim, was almost too much to bear.

Her hand touched the crown of his head and delicate fingers threaded his hair. When he was certain she was ready, he angled forward and nuzzled her, inhaling and letting the rich feminine scent fill his lungs. Goddamn. He wanted to coat his face and tongue, drown in her until they were both holding on for dear life.

Then he dedicated himself to the task. There wasn’t much time, and having her orgasm on his tongue felt essential to his mental well-being. He kissed her gently, getting her used to the feel of his lips on her intimate flesh. She twitched, her fingers flexing atop his head as if she wasn’t quite sure yet what to make of it. Increasing the pressure, he gave her deeper kisses, worshipping her, not leaving any bit of her unexplored. Her lips parted as she panted, the sound of her breath mixing with the lewd smacks of Kit’s mouth.

Had she any clue as to how enticing she was? She was the perfect combination of innocent and daring, pure and sinful. Alice made a man want to protect her, even as he was wrecking her for all other men.

Kit wished to corrupt her, draw out her inner siren, while still leaving her an angel.

Groaning, he spread her thighs farther apart and licked her opening, the moisture coating his tongue. He savored it, shutting his eyes and feasting on her as if this were his last meal on earth. She was delicious, warm and slippery, and he couldn’t resist thrusting his tongue inside her channel, spearing her. Alice gasped, so he did it again and again until she rocked her hips to meet him.