“Don’t do it, Augustus. Don’t group me with your little flowers enjoying their first Season.”
One side of his mouth tilted up in a smirk. “But you are a flower enjoying your first Season.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I am not.”
They stared at each other, both smiling. Eventually, Augustus said, “Come here.”
Rose pursed her lips. “You can’t demand I come to you.”
“Why not?”
Want and need flowed between them. “Perhaps I want to be wooed and tempted.”
He nodded silently at first, then did something that shocked and thrilled her. He opened the flap of his pants and stroked his cock. “Do you want me inside of you, Rose?’
She squeezed her thighs together as her core started to ache. A flush slashed across her cheeks, but her eyes darted back and forth between his face and his shaft. She licked her bottom lip instinctively, and he groaned. “I want you, Rose, to come overhere and sit on me astride. Slide yourself down my length. Is that the wooing you were thinking of?”
It wasn’t, but it was much better. She wanted him. Rising to her feet, she made her way over to Augustus and looked down at him. He pumped his cock again, and her core clenched.
“Lift your skirts, Rose. I want you to show me where this cock goes.”
She pulled up the fabric and climbed on top of him. He moaned and grabbed her bottom with his hands. “You are such a temptress. All day, I have thought about sliding into you.”
Rose’s lips brushed over his. “You didn’t say anything.”
“I was trying to be respectful.”
She pushed her body down just enough that her quim touched the tip of his shaft. “When have I ever asked such a thing of you?”
“Never.”
“Exactly,” she whimpered, sliding herself down until he was entirely in her.
They both groaned. He claimed her mouth with a searing kiss. She pushed back against his tongue, attempting to dominate her. Hers enticed and dominated as much as his did. Eventually, they broke apart, breathing heavily. He reached up and stroked her cheek tenderly. “What is this between us?”
She didn’t know but felt it as heavily as he did. Rose didn’t answer the question, too scared to define the emotions swirling around them. There were so many reasons why she and Augustus didn’t suit. And there was still his first love, whom he would eventually encounter in London.
All the ladies at various London events already whispered Lady Gillings would be the perfect match for the Duke of Sinclair. Society would never even speculate that she was an option. Her heart cracked a little. Not wanting to dwell on the things she couldn’t fix, she started to move her body up anddown the length of him. At first, their strokes were slow and deep. They both gasped and moaned every time they withdrew, and their bodies came back together.
Eventually, the ache in her reached a precipice that urged her to move faster. Their pace quickened as they met each other stroke for stroke. Rose whimpered, urging them to go faster as her body demanded her release. She moved up and down his shaft as his eyes devoured her every move. Finally, the ache exploded, and she let out a loud groan. She collapsed against him, her body pulsating.
Augustus lifted her from his lap and bent her over the sofa before sliding back into her from behind. She let out a moan, her body still pulsing from her climax. He grabbed her hips and pounded into her. “Rose, how am I supposed to not crave this? How?”
She shook her head and panted. “I don’t know. I don’t know.”
He slammed into her harder. “You are mine. Do you understand me?”
Rose wasn’t sure if her own climax had made her mad, but she nodded and whimpered, “I’m yours.”
He plunged into her one last time before pulling out and spending. Augustus quickly found a cloth and cleaned them up before pulling Rose down on his lap. He kissed the top of her head. Rose could feel his heart pounding against her chest. They sat there quietly, and then Augustus turned her so she faced him. His face turned solemn. “What if we could continue this?”
She touched his cheek with her hand. “What would that look like? Be reasonable.”
He clenched his jaw. “This isn’t like any of my other interludes. It is—”
She clapped her hand over his mouth. “Don’t say anything more. It will only be harder for both of us. I’m leaving. Can youhonestly say you would be willing to go with me to the middle of the desert?”
They stared at each other silently, both knowing the answer. She brushed her mouth across his. “I will always cherish this.”
