‘Why?’
‘I am not an exhibit for people to gawk at!’
‘Then pull the damned blinds!’
‘You are not well enough for such exertion.’
‘Certain parts of my body appear to have other ideas.’ He gave another husky chuckle. ‘Does anything else about my intentions bother you?’
‘I— Well—it is full daylight outside—’
‘Pull down the blinds and it will not seem to be.’
‘We really cannot, Christian.’
Christian could hear the lack of conviction in her breathy voice. ‘Do it, Lisette, and you will see how easily we can,’ he prompted more insistently, filled with an urgency to do more than fondle those full and tempting breasts.
He must indeed be feeling better.
These past few days had been a torment to him. Not because of his injury but because he had disliked intensely the distance that now lay between Lisette and himself, both emotionally and physically.
Here and now he wanted to dispense with that distance, to bare Lisette’s breasts completely, pull on those roused nipples until they were as red as ripe strawberries, before taking them into his mouth and suckling. Deep and hard.
He smiled his satisfaction as Lisette moved up onto her knees on the seat to pull down first one blind and then another. ‘If Monsieur le Duc should return—’
‘Then he will know by the lowered blinds not to intrude,’ Christian assured her softly.
She turned to look at him, eyes glittering in the now semi-darkness of the coach. ‘Is that how you usually signal to each other that you are...engaged in such pursuits?’
‘Hardly, when Marcus is married to my sister!’ Christian drawled.
‘I was referring to before he married your sister—’
‘I believe you are deliberately trying to annoy me, Lisette.’ Christian looked at her sternly. ‘But, just so that we are clear on the subject, I do not make love to women in coaches. Ever. Does that satisfy your outraged sensibilities?’
She raised her brows. ‘You have made love to me in a coach.’
‘I will be putting you over my knee and spanking your bottom in a coach if you continue with this delaying tactic!’ How could one tiny woman incite such desire within him and yet annoy him equally at the same time?
‘Tactics are your forte, Christian.’ Lisette pulled down the last of the blinds before once again turning to face him, chin lifted challengingly. ‘And if you even attempt to spank my bottom, I will tell the Duke of Worthing and your sister, if I should meet her, what a brute you are!’
Christian gave an unconcerned grin.
He arched one blond brow. ‘Unless I am mistaken, you now sound more curious at the prospect than distressed, Lisette...?’
She was. There was no denying it.
Having a man—Christian—spank her bottom sounded barbaric, and yet—
And yet...
If that was so, then why had the warm flush increased between her thighs and those already tingling buds that tipped her breasts become so hard and aching?
Unfortunately, her knowledge of physical pleasure was limited to these occasions with Christian, and so she could not answer that question.
She looked up at Christian through her lashes. ‘Would you lift up my gown and remove my...my undergarments first, or spank me through my clothing?’
Just when Christian thought he might, for once, have the upper hand in a conversation with Lisette, she very neatly turned the tables on him in that totally disarming manner she had. ‘Which do you think you would prefer?’