She sensed his relenting the instant he did. She tugged him forward by the cravat and met his mouth with hers, their hands suddenly hungry for each other. All that was pent up between them released.
All the need and all the want…
All the passion and all the desire.
She’d pushed his evening coat off his shoulders, and he had her shawl discarded. As she peeled off her other glove, he took her waist in his hands and walked her backward. Then he had her pressed against the garden wall. She had his waistcoat unbuttoned and sliding off his shoulders, and he had her bodice open, her full breasts peaking beneath her chemise. Through diaphanous muslin, his mouth found a nipple firm and sweet as a cherry in summer. Her hands were frantically untucking his shirt from the waistband of his trousers.
Even as he was pulling the shirt over his head, he said, “You know it isn’t necessary to remove my shirt for the consummation of this act.”
Her nakedly appreciative gaze raked over his bare chest. “Oh, yes, it is.”
He chuckled, the laugh gravel against his throat. She wanted him, desperately, as she leaned against the wall, her body languorous and waiting to be taken by him. His cock strained against his trousers. Who was he to keep a lady waiting?
He grabbed her skirts, and she slid one shapely leg around his waist, her arms around his neck, as their bodies strained against each other. Her sex open to him, his hard cock grazed againsther, only the superfine of his trousers keeping them apart. She swiveled her hips, grinding against him, and exhaled a soft, “Oh,” into his mouth.
Her hands trailed down his chest, savoring the feel of his skin. She sent electricity sparking through him, his body anticipating the downward trajectory of her fingers. He waited as they caressed chest, stomach—muscles involuntarily bunching beneath her touch—and reached the fall of his trousers, releasing his ready cock with a few quick movements. Then it was skin against skin, the slick heat of her quim soft against his hard, rigid length that throbbed and ached for her.
Lust-glazed eyes caught his from beneath thick lashes. “I need you, Archie, so…” He grazed against the entrance of her sex. “…so fiercely,” she uttered, tightening her leg around him, bringing their bodies closer, bringing him into her. He took her hips in hand so it was a slow, deliberate thrust.
Then he was where he should be.
Inside her.
Onewith her.
She groaned, even whimpered, against his neck as he stroked in and out of her, measured, relentless, her back against the garden wall, her head angled to the side in abandon. What he was delivering to her body with each and every thrust she had to have—she couldn’t live without.
As long as it’s with you.
Those words echoed through him as he took her. They’d entered and created a space within him that only she filled. And this act of coupling only intensified the feeling—a feeling he understood in the deepest part of himself he would only experience with her.
A tryst against a garden wall was supposed to be a frenzied, naughty coupling. Butthis—what he felt with her—wasn’tthat—a diversion that would be forgotten almost as quickly as it was finished.
This…with her…he wanted it to last.
He slowed his movements and entered her with intention. She would feel him, and not just his cock.Him.
She ground against him and released a sigh, her sex opening further, giving him all.
“Valentina,” he rumbled low in her ear. “Open your eyes.”
Her gaze slitted open and found his. What he met there—desire, but something more, too…a responding depth of emotion—nearly stole his breath. Was it possible he wasn’t alone in his feelings?
A bead of sweat trailed down her neck, and he caught it with his tongue. Her hand tightened on his shoulder, and she thrust against him, hard. She wantedmore, and he would give it to her.
Then, too soon, the promise—the threat—of release was pressing down on them. Mindless with pleasure, her nails clawed down his back. He steadied and thrust inside her, stroke after unrelenting stroke, giving her what they both needed. Then she was crying out, her sex pulsing its release around him, and he was pouring his climax into her. Together, they tumbled into the sweet abyss that transcended the bonds of earth.
Their hearts raced as one; the ragged, unified rhythm of their breath the garden’s only sound, his body pressed against her, her sole support against the wall.
Only she existed here with him.
In the entire universe, only she, in his arms, mattered.
But, slowly, inevitably, a separation occurred as they reentered themselves, no longer one. He slid from her. “Can you stand?”
She nodded, looking uncertain even so.
He pulled away and tried not to stare at this woman replete and gorgeous with satiety, lips swollen and kiss-crushed, body flushed with pleasure delivered.
