She let out another deep-throated moan as her fingers worked faster over her swollen clit and he couldn’t hold back a gasp at the jolt of lust that punched him low in the gut. She was a siren and he couldn’t have stepped back through that door to his room for all the riches known to man. Not with how she stared up at him her eyes glowing with desire. He was going to go to hell for it, but he would watch her come to completion. Just watch.
“Susanna, you are exquisite. Run your fingers down through your folds. Show me how wet you are.”Thinking of me.
“Yes, yes, so wet.” She rubbed her fingers up and down her crease. Then slipped them in and out of her quim in excruciatingly slow motion before returning to her pearl to rub frantic circles around and around. Her nipples poked up through the thin lawn of her summer weight chemise. Would they be dusky pink or a creamy tan?
“Take your other hand and cup your breast.”
She followed direction beautifully, sliding one hand up to knead her plump breast. Never letting her fingers stop massaging her pretty little clit. He was hard as steel and his erection pressed against his falls painfully. He squeezed it hard through his trousers.
“Tease that tight nipple,” he commanded.
She rubbed her thumb over her nipple and her whole body arched off the mattress. Her mew of pleasure had him groaning in response. His balls tightened painfully; his cock demanded release. But he didn’t want to rush one moment of watching Susanna come apart while she thought about him.Him.
“Take it out.” Susanna’s fingers paused as she contemplated the bulge in his trousers. “I want to see you reach your climax, too.” Her gaze lifted; her eyes filled with fire. “Please?”
“I didn’t say you could stop,” he growled as he undid the buttons of his falls. His cock sprang forth heavy and aching. Susanna resumed her fingering with enthusiasm, her heated gaze latched on his cock. God, he could come just from the sensual ardor in her eyes. He gripped himself hard and used his thumb to spread his pre-cum down his shaft before stroking up and down with quick hard pulls. He desperately wanted to sheath himself inside Susanna, to fill her with his seed. He tightened his grip on the bedpost as his cock throbbed in his hand. No he could not have her, but he kept his gaze glued to her beautiful form splayed on the bed.
She was frantic, her hips pumping mindlessly as her fingers worked over her slick core. There was no maidenly embarrassment. Susanna watched him as avidly as he watched her. She chased her climax with abandon, just as she did everything in life. This woman didn’t temper her passion, it didn’t even occur to her to do so.
“I’m so close,” she moaned.
“Susanna, my siren, come for me,” he rasped.
And with a scream she did. Her hips rose up, the long column of her neck exposed as she threw her head back. He imagined he was inside her as she convulsed around his cock. He would bury his lips against the curve of her shoulder and mark her with his bite. His climax rolled through him and he thrust into the tight grip of his fist once, twice, before spilling his seed all over the counterpane.
Grasping hold of the bedpost, he leaned heavily against it as he tried to catch his breath. Susanna propped herself up on her elbows, her tousled hair was a cloud of fire around her flushed cheeks. God, she was so beautiful. His rusty heart clenched at the gift she had shared with him. How could he possibly deserve someone as vibrant as Susanna? It would be like trying to put sunshine into a bottle.
She reached out a hand to him. “Come here, Miles. I’m going to need you to wrap me in your embrace. I can’t be this far away from you after what just happened.”
Miles hastily tucked himself back into his breeches and buttoned up the falls. Then he crawled onto the bed and over top of her, forcing her onto her back, caging her with his arms. He leaned down to capture her mouth and licked inside, still desperate to penetrate her in some way. She responded by tangling her tongue with his, meeting his demands with her own. She gripped his face between her hands and breathed his name. He nibbled her plump lower lip and placed kisses to the corner of her mouth, across her cheek, and behind her earlobe, which elicited a soft sigh from her.
As he collapsed next to her, he tugged her shift back down her thighs. He mourned the loss of the smooth porcelain skin that it covered. But he was not going to be able to hold her in his arms without mauling her if she was not somewhat covered. Then he gathered her against his chest. She sighed and wrapped one arm tight across his middle and snuggled close.
“You won’t regret everything in the morning?” she murmured a few minutes later.
He didn’t think she wanted his honest answer because even now as his blood cooled, he did regret invading her room, to pushing her, and then watching her come apart like some old lecher. Instead of answering he brushed a hand over her hair and kissed the crown of her head.
She ran her fingertips over his chest like she would over piano keys. “Don’t worry, I won’t trap you into marriage.” She yawned. “We are just two friends on holiday. What happens on holiday doesn’t count in real life.”
He pulled her tighter against his side. A startling realization shuddered through him. Maybe his father had been wrong. Maybe all he wanted was to be trapped in this woman’s arms, no matter the risks to his heart.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Susanna awoke toa knock at the door. She rubbed her eyes sleepily. Another knock rang out. “One moment,” she called out.
Sitting up, she was not surprised to find herself alone in bed. Had it all been a fevered dream? Thinking about Miles’s deep voice commanding her to come for him had her body heating all over again. And the image of him pumping his cock into his fist while his fiery gaze seared into her soul would play endlessly on a loop in her fantasies. The beautiful agony of his face as he orgasmed had taken her breath away. She wanted to see it again, and this time she wanted to touch him. She flopped back onto the mattress, pulled the pillow over her face and groaned.
There was someone at the door. This was no time to indulge in theatrics. What if it was Miles? She swung her legs off the bed and hurried across the room to crack open the door. A young woman in an apron and mob cap stood in the hallway.
She curtsied. “Good morning. You requested a maid to help you pack?”
For a moment she stood blinking at the girl. But then her brain began to work, Miles must have ordered a maid to help her with her things. “Come in.” She opened the door wide to let the maid pass through.
Glancing around the room she was chagrined. The trunk was full but only half of the clothing was inside. The things she had worn yesterday were laid out over a chair and she hadn’t been able to fit the hats back in at all, they lay strewn on floor. “I tried to get it all packed but I have no idea how my maid accomplished the task originally.”
“Don’t you worry miss; I can get this organized in a jiff. Now, what will you be wearing today?”
“I suppose the blue muslin will suffice. We will be traveling by chaise so I won’t be riding today.” Susanna’s lips turned upward in a smile. She would have the whole day to be alone with Miles. Plenty of time to convince him to kiss her some more.
