“Oh,” she breathed.
He used her damp arousal as a means to lubricate his member before he pressed himself inside. The muscles in his arms and shoulders tensed as he gripped her hips in his large hands and thrust hard, breaking through her maidenhead and filling her fully in one swift move.
She hid a grimace at the pinch of pain, and her husky gasp mingled with the mystery man’s panting. While the pain had been minimal, she felt so…full.
Then he began to move. Withdrawing, then thrusting deep inside her again and again, the build-up of pleasure mounted once more. Widening her thighs, she shifted her pelvis until, with every thrust of his hips, he wrought the most deliciouspleasure. She traced her hands over every inch of his skin within her reach, relishing the quiver of his muscles beneath her touch.
“Christ,” he gasped. “You’re so…tight. You feel…so good.”
“As do you,” she replied truthfully.
Heat coiled around her once more, but there was something missing. Her climax was just out of her reach.
Groaning, he released one of her hips and pressed a thumb into her labia, swiftly finding the pearl of pleasure.
“Yes,” she urged.
He swirled his thumb around her cleft, the friction adding just what she needed to reach her?—
Blinding light burst behind her eyelids. Back arching, her breath stuttered, and her body tensed in a paroxysm of ecstasy.
“Fuck,” the man cursed, his dark eyes hot on her through his domino.
His hips pumped feverishly, the friction only prolonging the torrent of her gratification.
All at once, he withdrew, his spine stiffened, his teeth bared themselves on a snarl, and his skin flushed as his seed spilled in hot spurts on her inner thigh.
CHAPTER 3
Heart thundering madly in his chest, Percy struggled to catch his breath after a climax that had rocked him to his toes. Hell, but the woman was tight and responsive. Her every throaty moan and gasp had his ballocks tightening.
She smiled at him, her teeth gleaming in the darkness beneath her mask. “You’re markedly skilled at that.”
He tucked himself back into his breeches. Percy wouldn’t call himself skilled at sex, but that had been…remarkably good. “Mayhap we bring out the best in each other.”
Now, however, wasn’t the time to think too deeply on it. She’d been correct earlier: they hadn’t much time.
With a flick of his wrist, he withdrew a handkerchief from the inner pocket of his discarded coat and gave the woman a cursory wipe before he tossed the cloth aside.
Despite his bewildering desire to remain sequestered in the gazebo with this widow, he stood, fixed her skirts, and helped her to her feet. Their re-dressing was swift and silent, but he could swear that her cries of pleasure still rang in his ears. He straightened his cravat and tugged on his ridiculously featheredcoat-sleeves, then helped the woman fasten her gown—all while the scent of flowers and their coupling filled his senses.
Unable to resist the pull of the woman, Percy stepped close and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Thank you.” He pressed a lingering kiss to her lips, letting his tongue play leisurely with hers now that the heat of passion had subsided.
They broke apart with a gasp. “Thankyou,” she breathed.
“Come,” he said softly, offering his arm. “I shall return you to the terrace.”
She nodded, her colour still high as she accepted his proffered arm and walked with him from the gazebo.
The air had grown cooler since they’d entered, the breeze ruffling the feathers on their costumes and the wisps of the woman’s hair.
Damn, but he wished he knew who the widow was, for he would definitely seek her out again—once he returned from his assignment, of course. He caught her gaze through the dim moonlight, his chest constricting. “Won’t you tell me your name?”
Her lips curved in a half smile before she lifted on her toes to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Good night.”
With that, she disappeared across the terrace and through the opened doors to the ballroom.
Percy blinked at her retreating figure, his heart and thoughts oddly unable to comprehend what had just occurred. To his confusion, a tingling nervous sensation travelled up and down each of his limbs. It had all happened so quickly that, if not for his sense of being utterly replete, he might have thought their encounter a dream.
