Chapter Thirty-One
Susanna feared shewas going to hell for her choices. Her hand firmly grasped in Miles’s; she tried not to trip over her skirts as they hightailed it back to the manor. Miles shot her a look so smoldering over his shoulder she thought she might swoon right here and now. She bit down on her bottom lip and he stopped abruptly to pull her against him. His lips descended for a brief scorching kiss before they started walking again.
Lord, she was a fool for him. Or perhaps just foolish that she would take any of his sweet words to heart. He didn’t know himself; how could he possibly know his feeling for her. Oh, but how she wanted to believe the last week was their life. That they never had to go back to reality where he was buttoned up and thought her annoying, and she was not the good girl that he believed her to be. He was certainly not the stuffy man she had once believed. And she may rot for it, but she was going to let him do anything he desired if it meant she could get her hands on him. He had brought her to a screaming orgasm for the second time without ever removing a stich of clothing.
They entered the manor quietly. Susanna untied her bonnet and set it on a table. When she glanced up, Miles put one finger against his lips and then pointed up the stairs. She nodded and they made their way to the first floor. Taking a glance down the hall and finding it empty they raced to Miles’s bedroom. He kissed her hungrily before shoving open the door and they tumbled into the room. He spun her around and began undoing the buttons on the back of her dress.
“Miles, perhaps lock the door?” she chuckled. Who was this version of Miles? Making love to her outside in the grass, kissing her with the door hanging open where anyone could come upon them, it was so unlike him.
He shoved it shut with his foot and turned the lock before returning to his task. He had her dress undone in minutes. His lips blazed a hot trail of kisses across her shoulders. She frantically unlaced the ties to her short stays and he helped to slide it off. When she turned to face him, she was wearing only her chemise, stockings, and half boots. Miles reached for her but she stayed him with a hand on his chest. “You must undress too, you beast.”
His lips quirked up at her moniker. But he shrugged out of his jacket. Next came his vest. He toed off his shoes and reached for his braces. Again, she stopped him. “Please allow me.” She indulged her fantasy and gave them a sharp snap before sliding her hands across his broad chest and underneath the braces, slowly dragging them off his shoulders. His eyes darkened with need. But she wasn’t done yet. She untucked his shirt and pulled it up inch by inch revealing his taut stomach and the muscled chest that she had imagined so many times.
She leaned forward and licked one flat nipple. He gasped and reached for the hem of his shirt ripping it over his head in one fluid movement. Her fingers splayed over his muscles, mapping the hard planes of his chest. His skin was so hot and his chest covered lightly in soft brown hair. She moved to lick his other nipple but Miles grasped her hair and firmly pulled her head back.
“Oh no, you naughty girl. You’ll drive me to madness with that.” He captured her mouth and they battled with lips and tongues.
His attempt to distract her successful for now, but she would have every inch of him before the afternoon was out. To prove it to him she slid her hands down and squeezed his firm buttocks. Dear Lord, the man was built like one of the Greek gods from her book.
Then he picked her up off her feet with his hands under her derriere and she wrapped her legs around his waist. They moved to the bed. His lips never left hers, as he devoured her. Holding on for dear life, her mind went blank as his wicked tongue slid over her pulse and down to lick across the top of one breast. He let out a low growl as he hit the fabric of her chemise. Dropping her to the bed with a bounce he climbed over her to pull one side of her shift off her shoulder and down. His hot mouth latched onto her nipple and gave a slow suck. The exquisite pleasure had her eyes rolling back as she called out his name. Miles laved attention on both breasts, and had her writhing against the sheets. It was too much, she was so wet and aching between her legs. She wished to feel the weight of him there, pushing into her.
“Miles, please I need you,” she said mindlessly. What she needed she wasn’t sure even, more of him, more of every swipe of his tongue and graze of his fingertips across her overheated skin.
He rose above her on to strong arms, his biceps flexing as he looked down at her. She gripped one arm fascinated by the play of veins and muscle under his smooth skin. “Susanna,” he caught her attention. “Remove your shift. Slowly.”
He stood up and crossed his arms across his bare chest. One eyebrow rose imperiously. She loved when he did that. “What about my boots?” She kicked her feet back and forth.
His gaze snapped to them. “Yes, how could I have forgotten.” He raised one leg and slowly unbuttoned her half boot as though he hadn’t just driven her to the desperate edge of longing. Once he removed the boot, his hands slid up and grasped the edge of her stocking. He rolled it down, the backs of his knuckles grazing her skin. She shivered in response, the action so close to her earlier fantasy. Then he repeated the task on the other side. By the time he finished she was panting.
She wiggled up to her knees so she could tug at the hem of her shift. She dragged it up over her thighs but paused right before she exposed her mons. Not that she was feeling modest, he’d had his face buried there not an hour ago but she knew if she didn’t meet his demands with some of her own she would never get to put her hands on him. He was so domineering. “You must take off your trousers. Tit for tat, darling.”
Miles growled; his gaze fastened on the hem of her chemise. But his hands went to the buttons of his falls and started unfastening them. Satisfied, she pulled her shift up her body slowly as directed. When she had it over her head, she threw it to the floor. Miles paused his trousers loose around his hips, his gaze raked over her and he licked lips as though he was hungry…for her. She didn’t know what to do with her hands as he stood there staring at her, so she scooted over to him on her knees. Gripping the waist of his trousers she pushed them roughly over his buttocks and down his lean thighs.
His cock, thick and long, bobbed against his stomach. It was her turn to be hungry, what would it taste like? Would the skin be as hot and smooth as the rest of his body? Her experience with Stuart had not included any exploring of bodies. He had played a bit with her breasts, and his kisses had been attentive and pleasant but mostly he had wanted to spear her with his cock. And while his moans of pleasure had been exuberant, the encounter had been rather brief overall. She glanced up at Miles as he stepped out of his trousers. “Can I touch it?”
Miles swept a hand over her hair. “You can touch me anywhere you like, with anything you like; your hands, your lips, your teeth. I am yours.”
She grinned as she took in the whole of his beautiful body. Those strong shoulders that she often admired under his tailored jackets, his thickly muscled chest narrowed to a flat stomach with its trail of hair that ran down from his navel to the thicker thatch of hair from which his cock stood out proudly. Beads of moisture leaked from the tip. She leaned forward to run her hands up his thighs, her curiosity leading her to lick that weeping tip. When the salty taste of him hit her tongue they both groaned. She wrapped a hand around his shaft and licked around the tip again. Mmmmm, the skin was silky soft and in direct contrast to the steel in her hand. She pumped her hand up and down experimentally as she’d seen him do to himself that night at the inn. His hand tightened in her hair, sending a delicious prickling sensation running down her spine. She gripped harder as she pumped her hand up and down, enjoying the low rumbles that emanated from deep in his chest.
Then suddenly she was upended onto her back and Miles loomed over her. “As much as I love your ministrations, I must be inside you before I lose every ounce of self-control.”
“Why do you need to have any control?” She cupped his bristled jaw. “It’s just the two of us here. Lose yourself in me.”
His fingers brushed down her cheek, his eyes soft with emotion. Then he swooped down for a hot open-mouthed kiss that stole her breath. His cock nudged at her entrance. And unlike her previous experience, he did not plunge into her but seem to wait for her to respond. Her sex was soaking wet and achingly empty. She spread her thighs wide to invite him in and in one slow thrust he filled her. She moaned against his mouth.
His lips left hers to move across her cheek to her ear. “Is it always like this? This desperation to be one with you? This need to possess you completely?”
She could only nod her head desperately. She had never known a need for another like she’d felt for him ever since that angry passionate kiss they shared in the field. She gripped his shoulders and scraped her nails across his skin as he began to move, thrusting in and out. The head of his cock hit a spot inside her that made her arch back at the bright burst of pleasure it triggered. His lips closed over one of her nipples and he bit down gently sending a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to her core. As his hips rolled against her clit the combination of sensations was all too much. Her climax rushed over her like a crashing wave.
Miles reared up onto his hands his hips rolling, his cock penetrating deep inside her like a piston. “You’re so beautiful when you fall apart. I’m addicted to the feel of your sex gripping me like a vise. Come for me again.”
She shook her head. “I can’t possibly.”
But he rose to his knees and gripped her hips, changing the angle of his penetration. She gasped as he pushed deeper inside her. A fine sheen of sweat covered his chest and his look of concentration was divine, focused solely on her. He reached down to stroke his thumb against her oversensitive clit. It felt so good she cried out his name.
“Come apart for me, darling.” He plunged in deep, his fingers a vise on her hip. “One more time,” his deep voice commanded. She gripped his hips with her thighs and let him plunder. His thumb relentlessly rubbed her clit. As if her body could nothing but obey, the pleasure he wrought from her built to a crescendo and she shattered again. This time Miles followed her over the edge, his hot seed pumping into her as he roared her name.
She shuddered with an aftershock of pleasure as he gently pulled out and set her hips back on the bed. In the next moment he lay next to her, his arms gathering her close. One strong leg curled around hers. She buried her face into the crook of his neck and tried to regain her equilibrium. Miles ran a hand down her back and gave her backside a squeeze. Her squeak was muffled against his throat. But it wasn’t one of protest, she loved having his hands roaming over her skin and the heat of him wrapped around her tightly.
