“I need you,” he rasped out, before he covered her mouth with his and took her over to his cluttered desk.
He sat Letty down on the desk, her legs opening to make room for his large form.
Letty clung to him as he sat her down on the edge, his desperate hands lifting the skirts of her day dress up. Fingers teased her exposed legs, skimming up to the crook of her knee where her garter was tied.
As he pulled the ribbon loose, Letty’s eyes opened in shock as Mac slowed their kiss.
“I’m keeping this.” He placed the garter in his pocket before dropping down to his knees in front of her.
Was he going to take her? Right here on the desk where anyone could walk in and see them together?
Would she let him?
Yes. She would. And that single thought had her trembling in excitement.
Soft lips kissed the exposed skin of her knee, his tongue slowly circling. She let out a breathy giggle as his hands traveled up her legs to the apex of her thighs.
“May I taste you, sweetheart?” Mac asked, his gray eyes filled with desire as his fingers teased the sensitive flesh of her sex.
Letty was an innocent to be sure, but her sister was not, and had given her detailed accounts of her own dalliances. Now, she was the one experiencing pleasure for herself. Unable to find her voice, she nodded, her heart pounding so rapidly she swore he could hear it as well.
Taking her skirt and chemise in his large hands, he lifted them higher, exposing her entire lower half to the cool room.
“Hold your skirts,” he said in a deep, commanding voice.
Biting her bottom lip, heat rose to Letty’s face, one of her ink-covered hands gripped her skirts and lifted them higher. The apron she was wearing rose up easily, bunching against her middle.
Pulling her bottom closer to the edge of the desk, Mac opened her legs wider, only the top of his head visible.
She let out a shaky breath, as he pressed a gentle kiss to her womanhood. Her free hand slammed on the desk behind her, as her body arched. His wicked tongue began slowly exploring her depths, there was no stopping the tawdry sound that escaped her lips.
“Mac! Please,” she begged, but had no idea what she was begging for.
Her core ached as a deep pulsating need raced through her. Falling back against the desk, Letty released her skirts, unable to concentrate on anything but the glorious feelings running through her.
When a single finger entered her tight channel, she let out a wanton cry. His mouth sucked at the sensitive nub of her sex, rendering her completely useless, as her body rose higher and higher until a sudden euphoria crashed through her.
“Yes, God yes!” she yelled, her fingers pulling him closer to her sex as he continued to suck and lick her.
Panting for breath, Letty lay helpless as Mac stood, pulling her limp body up and ravishing her mouth.
She could taste her own essence on his lips, and for the first time in her life, Letty knew exactly what it felt like to be wild.
CHAPTER 7
Mac walked through Vauxhall Gardens, passing dozens of statues, plants, and performers of all variety. Peering around the pavilion for any signs of thick brown curls, Mac nearly glided into a man juggling four balls at once. Thousands of glass lanterns surrounded the massive gardens as the extravagant members of the ton filled every corner, drinking and entertaining themselves with the latest gossip. All were gathered to raise funds for Wilberforce’s Anti-Slavery Society, which he was diligently campaigning for. Though the society wasn’t quite official yet, Wilberforce took every opportunity to gain support.
Vauxhall Gardens wasn’t Mac’s usual haunt, but as one of the lead printers in the abolitionist movement, he had to make an appearance and report on the event. Pocketing his pencil and small notepad, he went searching for Letty. It had been a sennight since he’d seen her, and he’d known that she was in attendance with her family. He’d received a missive from Letty stating that her family would be attending the charity event that evening.
Seven days was entirely too long to go without seeing her or being in her intoxicating presence. Foolishly, Mac had thought he’d be able to walk away from her, but that was before he’d tasted the sweetest nectar ever known to man. There was no turning away from her now, all he could do now was beg for her forgiveness for his moment of weakness.
He’d decided in their days apart to accept Richmore’s offer of assistance and find a new building to house his print shop. It shouldn’t be a huge ordeal. Between him and his one employee beside his brother, moving everything should take a fortnight. But the fact was, it was past time for Mac to remove himself from his landlord’s greedy claws.
“Mr. Meriweather,” Lady Pinerose said, stalking toward Mac like she was the predator and he her meal. He stood in front of a large flowing waterfall, waiting patiently for the older woman. The scowl she gave Mac was as if he had done something grave and personal to her.
Mac peered around desperately in search of Letty. His traitorous heart, longing to see Letty again, beat rapidly in his aching chest. Would he be able to contain himself and not touch her in front of all society?
Fuck, he was going mad.
