He rolled the sensitive bud between his teeth before he moved on to the other. She arched her back, pressing herself eagerly into him and silently urging him to take more.
The delicious swirling and circling continued, the head of his erection an ideal combination of velvet and friction. Her pulse raced, her breathing turned ragged, and the coiling pleasure wound tighter and tighter.
“Percy, I’m going to?—”
He groaned, leaving her breast to trail his lips along her collarbone and the side of her neck. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
All at once, her back arched, and her inner muscles throbbed in time with her climax.
“Fuck,”Percy growled.
If he were a wagering man, he would say that he’d never wanted a woman more than he did right now. But the devil knew he felt that way every time he was with Heather. Hell, but his cods were drawn up so tightly he was ready to spend right then.
But not before he’d been inside her.
“Percy,” she gasped, tightening her hold on him.
Taking that as his cue, he lined himself up with her cunny and slid effortlessly inside her heat.
“My god, sweetheart.”
He had to move slowly, to savour every bit of being inside her, skin to skin.
Without the condom, he felteverything. And he hadn’t felt everything since their tryst in the gazebo, when this journey had begun. Fuck, he wouldn’t change it for anything.
“I want it hard,” she urged, wrapping her legs around his hips.
Christ, but he couldn’t resist her wants. Withdrawing almost entirely, he snapped his hips back, thrusting deep and earning a cry and a full-body shudder from Heather.
Yes, like that. The room was filled with their panting, their moaning, and the rough slapping of their bodies. And he fucking loved it.
Again and again, he pumped his hips, thrusting deep inside her, until the telltale tingling rippled down his spine and into hisballocks. With a grunt, he pulled out, rose up on his knees, and shuffled forward until he was straddling her hips.
“Please,” he begged. “Please stroke me, Heather.”
Her green gaze glinted with power and desire as she closed her hand around his girth. She watched him carefully as she stroked, faster and tighter with each pass.
“Fuck.Yes,” he hissed, fists clenching at his sides and eyelids drooping as he watched her work.
Heather bit her lip. “Will you permit me to touch your?—”
“Yes,” he replied urgently, cutting her off. “You may touch me anywhere.Everywhere. Please.”
Reaching with her other hand, he anticipated a caress to his cods, but she went past them to graze the crease of his arse. He couldn’t help it. Just the thought of her willingly fucking his arse with her fingers sent him over the edge.
In a sudden burst of pleasure, his body stiffened, a hoarse shout ripped from his throat, and ropes of hot spend landed on Heather’s breasts and belly.
Percy sighed, shivered, and slumped upon the bed next to her. “You are especially beautiful with my spend all over you,” he said.
She laughed. “What a barbaric notion.”
Turning on his side, he propped his head in one hand and looked down at her. “It’s true, though. I…am growing rather addicted to being with you.”
Hell, it was true. He didn’t want to be parted from her once they reached England. Didn’t want to give up the little world they’d created for themselves in the privacy of a bedchamber—or cabin, as it were.
Was it possible for them to continue a liaison when they returned andnotbe married? If he were to legally wed, she would be forced to take his legal name…Butcher’s name. And hecouldn’t have that. He didn’t know if Heather would be receptive to being a mistress, but…could it work?
This couldn’t be all it was for them, could it?Neitherof them desired children—what a revelation!
