Chapter 2

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Sebastian smiled. He couldn’t help himself. This tightly wound bit of fluff had utterly enchanted him.

He glanced over at his mother. “May I?”

She waved her hands, then stood. “I need to go check on something. I’ll return shortly.”

The lovely Agatha Pennybrook blinked her dark eyes several times, but never looked away from his face. The door closing behind his mother finally rattled her out of her stupor. She frowned.

“I know you came here for my mother’s instruction, but it seems it would be more to the point to get a man’s perspective.” He stepped closer to her. Her hair was so dark it was nearly black and combined with her ivory skin, she was striking. She wasn’t conventionally beautiful, he supposed. Her eyes were too wide-set, her mouth too full, but her lush body was made for passion and it was a shame she’d never experienced it. “You do want to learn how to pleasure a man? How to entice him into your bed?” He searched her face and he could see the rapid intake of her breath. “Is that correct?”

She visibly swallowed. “Yes.” Her pink tongue licked at her lips, wetting them enticingly.

He hadn’t been this attracted to a woman in ages. But everything about Agatha made his skin heat, his blood boil. He wanted her.

“I will teach you,” he declared.

Her frown deepened and she shook her head. “What?”

“I can teach you everything you need to know about pleasuring a man.” Not to mention, teaching her about how to take pleasure for herself. He wanted to take this prim and proper bird and ruffle every last one of her feathers.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why is that?” He reached over and cupped her face, slid his thumb across her bottom lip.

Her brown eyes widened and she sucked in a breath. Oh yes, she was responsive. She wasn’t frigid or repressed, she simply needed to learn all about the pleasures of the flesh. And what glorious flesh she had. He couldn’t see much, not an inch of skin other than her face and a small portion of her neck. But underneath her mourning garb she hid the kind of body he could lose himself in. Voluptuous curves, pale, creamy flesh. His cock twitched against his thigh.

“I do not know you.”

“We can remedy that rather quickly. Because I very much want to know you.” He cupped her other cheek, then brought this mouth down on hers. He forced himself to go slow, to seduce her lips, rather than devour her as he desired. So he placed gentle kisses on her plump mouth, sipping at her lips, coaxing her into a response.

Her hands found their way to his chest, initially he expected her to push him away, instead she clutched the fabric of his shirt.

That was all the invitation he needed to deepen the kiss. He slid his tongue against her lip, asking for entrance. She gasped, her lips parted. He cradled her head and slicked his tongue against hers. She made some soft squeaking and mewling noises, but did not make any moves to push him from her. But she did not participate with her tongue. She simply allowed him to explore her warm mouth.

She tasted of honey and strong bitter tea and he growled into her mouth, pulling her flush against his body. By now she could no doubt feel the heaviness of his erection pressing against her belly. Damnation, but he could bend her over his mother’s desk and take her right now.

But she was untouched, and she wanted to learn. So he forced himself to end the kiss.

He tilted her chin up to meet his gaze.

“Let me teach you, Agatha. I can show you pleasures you’ve only dreamt of.”

She licked her lips and nodded.

He fought the urge to pump his fist into the air in victory. “Leave your address with my mother and I’ll make my first call soon.” Without thinking he dropped a kiss to her forehead, then turned and left the room.