She was unbearably fine-featured with her feline eyes, full, wide mouth, high cheekbones and dainty—delectable—ears. He ached to nuzzle those, to tease her with a nip of her petite earlobe before whispering all the things he’d do to her. He’d make her slender frame tremble, make her long limbs quake around him, make that pretty mouth part again but this time on a scream. He could, he knew he could. Because he could feel her trembling already.
‘Where are we?’ she muttered but didn’t take her focus off him. ‘Not at the cottage.’
‘You weren’t watching? I just took you on a scenic tour of the area.’
Then he’d circled back to this private spot on the estate because he’d not been able to let her go yet. Not when he’d felt her hold on him—hercaresses.Edo wasn’t a worthy man. He was selfish. And he wanted this moment to last.
‘I had my eyes closed,’ she whispered.
‘You were scared? I wasn’t going fast.’
Her breathing quickened. ‘I wasn’t scared.’
Her luminosity intensified and he felt the warmth blooming beneath her lusciously cool surface. ‘You closed your eyes to focus on something else?’
She smiled and his pulse soared to meet her fire. Yes, she’d liked holding him on that ride, and he’ddefinitelyliked her pressing that close—he wanted her closer still. But while there was clarity in her eyes now, he could go only so far. He couldn’t take total advantage of her shaken state.
Holding her gaze, he bent closer. She didn’t pull back, in fact she leaned in, her eyes alight with desire. Smiling, he gently caught her lips with his. Hers clung. In a heartbeat he tightened his grip, needing to be nearer still. He heard her soft moan and the last of his restraint unravelled. Gentle flared to passionate. Driven to touch her, taste her,pleaseher, he dropped his hands to her body, hungrily exploring the soft curves hidden by her dress. He heard her gasp of longing, felt her hungry licks and hauled her closer—
His beautiful snowdrop didn’t melt. Shecombusted.
He inwardly cursed. He should have done this back at the estate where he could’ve taken her to a bed. But he could give her pleasure here—because that was all that mattered now. Hearing her moan, feeling her melt, holding her while she shook in bliss—
‘I’ll take care of you,’ he growled.
Somehow he promised her that, when he never promised anyone anything. But the spark had been there from the first. Now it exploded and now he could control nothing. He kissed her hungrily. Breath mingled as did moans, muttered half words of want. Her tongue delved, duelling with his. Hot. Willing. His arousal spiked. With increasing urgency, he kissed his way across her high cheekbone, down to her delicate earlobe where he gently pressed his teeth into the tiny treasure—insanely gratified when she groaned.
‘You like that? You want more?’
He nipped down her long neck, laved the fine collarbones beneath while she ran her hands over his head, holding him to her. Not that she needed to. He couldn’t tear himself from her heat if someone held a gun to his head. She’d gone from polite and restrained to wild and abandoned and he was here for it. He wanted her naked. Wanted her long legs wrapped tight around his waist while he pushed deep into her. He wanted her hot and soft and strong body around his. He didn’t want to just be closer, but to bury himself completely in her.
‘Yes.’ She arched against him, sighing, her body like fire.
The absolute surrender in her eyes crushed him. Breathless, he unfastened the first few buttons of her dress so he could feast his eyes—his fingers, his mouth—on the pale curve of her breasts. Her straining nipples needed his attention and he gladly gave it. Her sighs were like music, the rock of her hips a command.
He grasped her waist and slid her to the edge of the seat. Her dress was long and he rucked it up to get his hand on her thigh. He growled at the satiny feel of her skin and slid his palm higher, finding the edge of her panties, flicking to get beneath. Her moans rose in pitch and volume as he nibbled and licked her breast and let his fingers circle her sensitive nub before invading her slippery heat. She was wet and hot and it wasn’t enough. He wanted her wetter. Wilder. He wanted deeper. Wanted to see her, taste her, inhale everything about her in the moment she shattered—
‘Edo!’
So quick. So intense. The orgasm wracked her body. Her throaty cry was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. Satisfaction thrummed through him in a spurt almost powerful enough to trigger his own release. He inhaled sharply, gasping to retain self-control while holding her steady.
‘Edo…’ She collapsed against his chest. ‘Oh…my…’
He spread his legs wider for balance and stroked her hair, trying to calm them both. He cursed his lack of preparation. The flush on her skin and the way she clutched his shirt almost destroyed the last little resolve he had but he wasn’t risking her. He would keep them both out of trouble. He cradled her, listening as her breathing slowed. Then she pushed on his chest and when he looked into her eyes, he knew he was in trouble anyway.
Because she didn’t look dazed. She looked alert, stunning, determined. The sensuality emanating from her actually weakened his knees. ‘Edo—’
‘Come on,’ he interrupted.
He couldn’t hear what she had to say because he couldn’t deny what he knew she was about to ask.
* * *
This was absolute madness, but Phoebe didn’t care. She was with a gorgeous guy who’d just given her the most intense orgasm of her life—and the fastest—so she didn’t complain about him lifting her into his arms this time. No, she wrapped her legs around his waist—tightly—and heard him groan.Yes. She quivered with another aftershock, her body heating again as her core pressed against him as he walked. She wriggled, pressing closer to his magnificent ridge. He’d just made her feel incredible and she would return the favour. She needed to touch him the way she’d been dreaming of from the moment she’d set eyes on him. She ran her palm over his head, feeling the tickle of his short hair and pressed her face into his neck and rocked again.
‘Phoebe,’ A husky growl and he swore. ‘Stop, look where we are.’
She stilled and looked around, momentarily worried they weren’t alone. He’d taken only a few paces into the trees and now they were in a small clearing. It was lush, verdant, private—a picture-pretty mini-meadow with a clear pond in the centre.
