The Devil’s Luck, Chapter 5, Excerpt:

“I want to taste you, Hannah,” he whispered, his shoulders moving beneath her palms.

“Are you not … doing that … already?” she asked him in the intervals when she came up from his lips for breath.

“Not as thoroughly as I’d like.”

His words puzzled her even as his mouth moved to her throat, her breasts. Till had sampled those portions of her before, though, so she didn’t follow his meaning. It seemed quite unlike his normal pace when he began folding her skirts back to expose her secrets. In the past, he had waited until she was all but begging him before he moved on to the main event. Now he appeared to be leaping for it straight away.

But soon Hannah saw he was up to something else. Kiss after kiss he planted along the insides of her thighs, bending to bring his lips to the silken skin there. He brought a hand up over one of her legs to cup her mound, his thumb brushing over the surface of her folds with only the barest exploratory dip between them. His attention was held by the prize between her legs now, and she somehow felt being stared at this way was perhaps more intimate than any single other act she’d partaken in thus far.

At the very moment Hannah thought she couldn’t feel more exposed or vulnerable, Benjamin leaned in and brought the flat of his tongue up in a long, deliberate rasp through the pink furrow of her sex.

“Mr Till!” she gasped, suddenly formal. Her knees tried to snap together in immediate response to the unexpected caress, but his hands were there, already petting and trying to soothe her out of her upset. “Have you gone mad?”

“No, my lovely Hannah.” He chuckled at her shock, the breadth of his grin dimpling the one side of his face in the way that always melted her from inside out. “But you may soon do.”