‘Don’t worry. I have plans for you tonight.’
Her body tightened in response, exhaling deeply to calm herself. I loved how very eager she was to get back into my bed.
I tipped her chin up with two fingers, letting my gaze linger on her mouth, the mouth that had tortured me every day since we’d met.
‘You have plans?’ she asked so coyly that it took everything not to pin her to the floor and take her in the middle of the village hall. Not that I think she’d have stopped me. Instead, Inudged a leg between hers and gripped her hips to grind her against me.
‘Oh, yes,’ I breathed.
Amanda whimpered, arching her hips to gain more friction against my thigh.
‘Look how horny you are, pressing that sweet cunt against my thigh in public just to show me how needy you are.’
Her cheeks reddened, but she didn't cease the grinding. Gripping her hips tighter, I moved her harshly, enjoying the way it made her gasp.
‘This is what you need, isn’t it, Amanda? To get out of your head and let me take care of your wet pussy. Right?’
Her answer was a throaty moan that had me biting my lip. I gripped her chin and tilted her face to mine. ‘That’s it, Princess, get yourself all good and read for me. Nice and wet so you can take every inch.’
Outside, the wind pressed against the hall walls, and inside, the hall filled with her wanton moans as her hips quickened.
‘Look. At. Me,’ I growled, needing all of her focus as she fell apart. Those dark eyes fixed on my face as her lips opened in a desperate plea.
‘Please, Sir. I need all of you.’
Without another word, I hoisted her over my shoulder, ignoring the wet patch on my thigh. I hit the lights off and locked the hall, all while she whimpered against my shoulder.
Never had the drive back to Bayview seemed so eternally long.
twenty-seven
AMANDA
When we stepped backinto the manor that evening, the quiet hit me first.
It was strange and slightly unnerving to be in such a huge house with so few people. Just the two of us.
Henry shut the door behind us, his key turning in the lock as I hung up my coat and kicked off my boots. He did the same beside me, our moment of heat in the hall lingering between us, unspoken. The moment he turned toward me, it was like someone turned a screw, upping the sexual tension.
He watched me with hunger in his face, the kind that throbbed with unbridled desire. The kind that made my pulse stutter in my throat.
'So,' I said lightly, forcing my voice to behave even while my insides fluttered, 'you mentioned some plans?’
The pink of his tongue darted over his lips as he took a step toward me. My stomach knotted. It was bad enough I’d been leftright on the edge of orgasm, but when he looked at me like that, it left me a puddle.
His shoulders rolled subtly back, and his mouth curved into a devastatingly sinful smile.
'Oh, I definitely did,' he murmured, stepping toward me with a slowness that made every inch of my skin tighten in anticipation.
I swallowed, struggling to find breath. ‘And what exactly do these plans entail?’
He reached out, fingertips grazing my throat. The touch was feather-light, as though he wanted to make me lean into it on my own. And I did, moaning as he wrapped the sides of my neck tight enough to send pleasure skirting through me.
'I’m going to catch you,' he whispered, the words hot against my cheek. ‘And I’m going to fuck you. Wherever that may be.’
An involuntary sound that was halfway between a squeak and a whimper. He was going to chase me. It was risky enough in my client's home, but I knew that Henry knew the house well enough to know if it was safe. My thighs clenched at the wicked way he looked at me.
For one suspended heartbeat, neither of us moved until I leaned forward and kissed him, pouring all my heat into his perfect mouth. Within a few heated strokes of my tongue, his fingers relaxed against my throat, and that’s when I took my chance. Shoving him hard, I made a break for it, the flagstones slapping beneath my feet.
