Goodness. How had she been married to Tucker for as long as she had been without realizing such sensations were possible? Her husband must not be as experienced in the art of intimacy as Lord Lipscombe.

Too bad for Vivi. Oh, what she wouldn’t give for a night with a man who could teach her such manners of release.

Blast, she shouldn’t allow herself to think like that. She loved Tucker. Dearly. And she wouldn’t ever want another man’s touch. Vivi closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall, trying to regain her composure. In a moment, she’d go back inside. Now that she’d found some relief for the ache in her sex, perhaps she’d be able to sleep.

At least she would if the Lipscombes had finished with their nighttime adventures.

Something hot grabbed her hand and Vivi’s eyes flew open. Tucker? Somehow, she contained her cry of surprise. Heat raced to her face. Had he been watching her? Had he seen her unthinkable behavior?

He pressed a finger from his other hand to her lips. “Shh, sweetheart.” Vivi nodded her agreement and he drew her fingers to his lips, drawing them inside his mouth.

Gracious heavens, those fingers had just been inside her sex, a place where nothing but his member had been before. He licked and suckled, with each draw acting as a pull to her core. Somehow, a new flood coated her private area, reaching to her curls. She couldn’t take her eyes from him if she tried.

Not that she tried.

Then he leaned against her, pressing her back against the wall. Tucker’s hot staff pressed hard into her belly. The flap of his breeches was down, so nothing stood between them but her paper-thin nightrail. He leaned his head down until his steamy breath tickled over her ear. “Such sweetness from your garden,” he murmured. “I’ll have to drink from the source tonight.”