“Oh Langdon,” she said with a sigh, her head rolling back. Beneath her thigh, his aroused state was prominent. Lifting her arms, she removed her gloves and threw them on the floor. Fingers shaking, she unfastened the placard of his breeches and palmed his cock through the silk of his small clothes.
He lifted her chin and brought her mouth back to his with a low growl. Tongue darting between her lips, he drew the dress up her legs and maneuvered her hips until her knees rested on either side of him. She broke the kiss and stared at him, her heart racing from more than passion. Blazing eyes met hers. He skimmed his palms over her thighs. “You’re wearing garters,” he said with a husky rasp.
“Yes.” The word barely issued from her throat as his finger found the engorged nub between her legs. Sensation shot throughout her entire body, and she clutched at his shoulders, nails biting into the wool. She hadn’t expected to be touched in such an intimate way. His fingers exploring her cunny was pure heaven, each manipulation of his capable hands on her receptive flesh drawing her deeper into the pleasure. In the years since Harold’s death, she’d had no physical interactions with another man, nor had he ever touched her in such a bold manner.
Desire was hers for the taking, and Langdon was giving it to her in spades. A part of her wished to reciprocate, but the greedy woman in her begged to continue along the current path. He glided one finger into her center and she clenched at the digit while he worshiped each breast, his tongue driving her to near hysteria. Moans escaped from her lips, one after another. She couldn’t seem to get enough air in her lungs, the sensations building, each eclipsing the last until she exploded in a maelstrom of sensation.
Elizabeth slumped over him, her arms around his neck. He released his cock from his small clothes. Her legs on either side of his hips, she whimpered as his thickness penetrated her cunny. What she thought had ended with her release had just been the beginning. She needed his kisses more than air. She swept her mouth across his parted one, over and over again; his breath was her breath.
Breasts bared without shame, she rode his cock, allowing each frantic stroke to touch the nerves alive inside her. What a generous lover he was. Of course, it was to be expected given what she knew of his nature thus far. Whispered voices infiltrated the carriage from outside. She rocked onto his hardness and heard his groan of rising need.
“I think they know what we’re doing,” she said against his mouth, unwilling to stop, regardless of being found out. She had no more willpower left. If she was going to be labeled a loose woman, she might as well enjoy every second of it. Reality would come soon enough.
Chapter Twenty
Elizabeth’s slick inner muscles encased his cock, her pink-tipped nipples puckered and rosy from his mouth. With her hair down her back and mouth parted, she was a fantasy come to life. “What the servants might think is irrelevant at this juncture. I pay them well to keep their mouths shut.”
Humor laced his words as he increased the tempo of their coupling, his need growing ever greater. The skin of her thighs was taught, the muscles moving with grace each time she ground herself onto his length. Instinct had whispered that she would be a vocal and adventurous lover and she hadn’t disappointed. The throaty purrs issuing from her swollen lips were music to his ears. Like her, he had been aware of the servants just beyond the walls of the carriage and he was confident they heard most of what transpired inside. Currently, he did not care one whit. Time spent alone with Mrs. Adare was fast becoming his favorite part of the day.
Her dress pooled around her waist, and he had an unfettered view of her pert breasts spilling over the top of her loosened corset. The erotic sight enhanced his pleasure, and he latched onto her nipple. Fingers dug into his shoulders, she rode him harder, her hips moving in rhythm to his own.
Mrs. Adare continued to intrigue him; her lust a sight to behold. She cried out, riding the second wave of release. Holding her hips still, he pumped into her receptive heat one last time. Body bowstring tight, he allowed the control to leave him at last. Pleasure coursed through him, beginning at his groin and flooding his entire being.
All the energy left him in a wave and he relaxed his head back on the seat. She curled into him, her head coming to rest under his chin. The aroma of their coupling, along with sated bodies settled around him, adding to the cocoon of intimacy they’d shared. He stroked her back, the skin satiny beneath his palm. Contentment followed, and he allowed his eyelids to drift shut.
Elizabeth settled herself more fully into his embrace, her harsh breathing echoing his own. “Thank you,” she whispered, looking up at him to catch his eye.
“It is I who should be thanking you.” The events of their search had been disappointing, and he’d been intent on taking her home when she’d done the unthinkable and climbed into his lap. While he was certain she had done so to look out the window, he’d been unable to ignore the feel of her plump bottom. Nor had he wished to. He had been honest when he said he wanted her. “You, Mrs. Adare, are a very desirable woman and our interactions have been, for lack of a better word, spirited.”
Amusement curved her lips at his pronouncement. “Spirited is a very complex word. One would refer to a horse as spirited. Do you wish to compare me to a horse?”
“I said our interactions were spirited, I did not refer to you as spirited, although I dare say you are.” He placed a light kiss on her mouth. “There are worse things to be compared to than a horse, I suppose. Given your propensity for stubbornness, I would offer up a donkey as a suitable animal to compare you with.”
She bit his bottom lip before soothing it with her tongue. “I am not the ass in this scenario, my lord.”
Laughter rumbled in his chest, and he delved his fingers into the back of her hair. If she had any idea how much her touch had affected him in more ways than the physical, she hadn’t let on. The playfulness in her manner endeared her to him even more. Common sense said to call a halt to the intimacy and take her home. Becoming emotionally involved with her was dangerous. They’d had a romp—not an unusual occurrence amongst their peers. “All in all, I would say tonight’s endeavor was not a total waste. I got to kiss your sweet lips and taste other parts of you that are equally enticing.”
A flush worked its way up her cheeks and liquid eyes shone with an inner light of lust. “It was very bold of you to do so. What if I objected?”
“You didn’t object. If I recall—which I do—you purred rather vocally.”
Inky lashes lowered and she swallowed. “Oh dear, was I loud?”
“I will not bother to answer that for fear it will fetter you next time you are in such a situation.” He lifted her chin with his knuckle and offered her an encouraging smile. “It is nothing to be ashamed of.”
