With one arm he held her tightly around the waist while his other hand roamed up to cup one of her breasts. It fit his hand perfectly. He ran a finger along the top of her bodice, pushing the sleeve off her shoulder and loosening the dress enough to free one perfect breast. He trailed kisses across her jaw to her earlobe while his thumb rubbed gently across the nipple, drawing a gasp from her. He celebrated that gasp.
“You are so lovely, Vivi. You drive me mad with the thought of having you naked beneath me,” he whispered in her ear.
He kissed down her neck one millimeter at a time until he reached the top of her breast, Pausing, he raised his eyes to meet hers. “Just one taste, Vivi.”
His tongue darted out and licked one rosy nipple. Heaven on his tongue. A small sound of pleasure escaped her lips on a sigh. He adored the sounds she made when aroused. He took her nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue across it and giving it one long pull. Her hands gripped his hair like she feared he’d move away. Of that, he had no intention. He moved to tug down the other side of her dress, freeing her other breast. He lavished attention on that one as well, causing her to squirm in his lap. Even though he didn’t think it possible, his erection grew even harder.
****
All Vivian’s rational thoughts fled. One divine sensation after another ruled her body. She couldn’t help but gasp as Jack took her breast into his mouth. She was damp between her legs and wanting more—of what she wasn’t sure, but more. She gave a tug on his hair. He kissed his way back up to her mouth, taking it prisoner. His hand reached down and tugged up the hem of her skirt. Strong fingers slid slowly up her calf to her knee. She instinctively let her legs fall open.
He murmured against her lips, “Yes, my love, I know what you want. Let me bring you pleasure. I won’t do anything you don’t want to. Do you trust me?”
She met his gaze—his eyes had turned molten silver with desire—and she nodded. She trusted him to take her on this journey of passion. She’d waited forever to feel him unleash his control.
His hand continued to stroke up her thigh and then his fingers brushed the curls at her center.
She jerked back, surprised. “What are you about?”
“Trust me.” He captured her lips again in a searing kiss which had her forgetting every reservation.
His fingers brushed through her curls again, and one finger traced the lip running down to the damp core of her. “Ah, you are so wet.” One long finger slipped inside her. Vivian gasped at the intrusion, but soon he began moving his finger in and out. That restless feeling coiled tightly in her belly again. She moaned and moved her hips in rhythm with his finger, breathless with wanting something she couldn’t name. Then he found her nub with his thumb, rubbing it around in lazy circles.
“Jack, oh my…Jack!” She reached out and captured his mouth with hers. When she didn’t think she could take any more of the sensations whirling in her, she shattered into a million bright, shiny pieces, her scream of pleasure swallowed by his mouth.
****
Jack held Vivian tightly in his arms as she convulsed around his finger. She was exquisite as she came apart in his arms. He kissed her again, more gently.
“I had no idea passion could be like that.”
He looked down at her and couldn’t help grinning like a fool. He should play the experienced lover, but her wanton enjoyment quite undid him. He brushed a platinum curl away from her brow.
She smiled back up at him. “You’re pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you?” She laid a hand against his cheek.
“Well, I don’t like to disappoint my lady,” he said cheekily.
“What about you? I feel as though I should return the favor.” Her hand snaked down and skimmed along the front of his pants. He jerked, then quickly plucked her from his lap and set her down next to him on the couch. Trying to distract both of them, he fixed the bodice of her gown, setting her appearance to rights. He could not let this go any further.
“I will be all right.”
She looked at him through her lashes, her mouth pink and bee-stung from his kisses.
“Nothing a long dip in a cold pond can’t fix,” he muttered as he stood.
He strode over to the desk, deliberately putting distance between them. If he stayed close to her for one more second, he would gladly let her reciprocate. Thoughts of her sweet lips around his swollen cock nearly sent him over the edge. He took a deep breath. Later. All things in good time.
“Let’s talk about last night,” he said in a strained voice. He still didn’t turn around, instead focused on the walnut sidebar, its crystal decanters filled with amber liquids. He poured himself a drink. The brandy burned smooth on the back of his throat, taking the edge off.
Turning he asked, “What are your thoughts about the Grangers?”
Vivian settled herself comfortably in the corner of the couch. She removed her slippers and tucked her feet under her. “I know Granger is a suspect, but he strikes me as a man who follows the rules all the time. He played stiffly. Same moves, same strategy. No imagination. I just don’t see him as someone who would dare sell secrets-too risky for his nature.”
“He is on the committee in the House of Lords, which oversees the Foreign Office. So, he is in the best position of the three to have access to agents’ names and strategic plans. Thanks to you, we know now Farquhar is a cheat. Which means he is not far off from being a liar and a traitor. Someone with a weak character is easy to manipulate. Tolbert strikes me as too timid to be in the espionage game, although he is in dire financial straits. He shouldn’t have been gambling at all last night,”
“Did you see the looks between Lady Granger and Moreau? Do you think they could be lovers?”
“Yes, I have noticed a certain chemistry between them. Why?”
