She flattened her palm on his leg and glided her fingers along the buckskin, seeking to explore every inch of him. Palming the curve of his bottom, she held him tight to her throbbing cunny, rocking her hips in growing need. “Your breeches are quite dirty from the caves. They should most definitely come off.”
“I was speaking of your breeches.” He moved his attention to her other nipple, tugging at the bud with his talented mouth. “They are hiding some very tantalizing treasure, one I am most eager to uncover.”
A half laugh, half moan issued from her slackened lips. She loved their light banter, but need was quickly overlapping the former.
“Then I shall not leave you in suspense. Remove them and find out for yourself what lies beneath.”
He lifted his torso, his fingers moving to the buttons. “I never thought I would be eager to remove a pair of breeches that were not my own.”
“You’re troubled, then.” She elevated herself on one elbow, her breasts tingling from his administrations. Had she been a more modest woman, she would have tried to cover herself, but she liked the way his amorous gaze raked her naked breasts.
“I am amused, Mrs. Adare. You continue to trouble me, and I find it refreshing. Does that disturb you?” He leaned over her, his fingers drawing the breeches down her bottom. She lifted her hips, the wine and warmth lowering her inhibitions.
“No, not in the least. I am rather likable.” The tongue-in-cheek comment came out on a nervous laugh as he finished removing her breeches. His heated regard held hers as he stripped off his waistcoat and shirt, exposing his wide chest.
Her experiences with her husband had been under the cover of darkness. Watching him disrobe enhanced her own need. She lifted one arm, begging him to join her once more. He lowered his head. Mouth hot and seeking, he spread tantalizing kisses along her jaw. She dug her nails into the heavy muscles of his shoulders.
“You’re very likable.” He slanted his mouth over her parted one, his tongue dipping into her mouth. He glided a palm down her belly to the juncture of her thighs. Her need to kiss him increased as his fingertip found the inflamed nub between her legs. She whimpered at the growing sensations, desire flamed brighter.
He lifted his head, lust darkening his eyes into liquid pools and another emotion she couldn’t read. He desired her to be sure, and she took him at his word when he said he liked her. He spread kisses down her collarbone, his fingertip continuing the sensual swirl. Things had progressed from spark to flame, one she ached to stroke until it became an all-out inferno.
She explored his back, her fingertip finding the bumps along his spine, the muscles fluid beneath her touch. He felt so warm and alive under her fingers, and she traced the ridged muscles of his abdomen, marveling at how different his body was from hers. She inhaled his scent and ran her palm over the skin of his rib cage. He was hard, yet soft, and she longed to explore every inch of him.
She parted her legs wide, the sensations building in a seductive dance. As long as he respected her, it would be enough for Elizabeth. She had no expectations past the coupling. It was better that way.
The graze of his beard against her belly as he continued to spread kisses along her torso was erotic and wicked. He was kneeling between her legs, his thumbs parting her folds. With a sultry grin, he settled his mouth on the aching nub and she gasped, her lower body arching into his touch. He gripped her bottom, his tongue and lips working her into a frenzy. Unable to help herself, she watched him with hungry eyes, the sight of his seduction almost as erotic as his actions. Harold had never even dreamed of doing such things to her body. If nothing else shocked her, this should have.
One thick finger slipped inside her cunny and she tightened her inner muscles around it. The pleasure built with each thrust. Mouth parted, the breath left her in tiny pants. The ability to think past the pleasure was beyond her means.
Wind beat at the oilskin covering the window but the storm brewing in her body boiled over. A scream ripped from her throat, raw and guttural. Waves followed from deep within her womb, warmth encompassing her entire being. He kissed his way up her belly as she slumped on the velvet, trying to catch her breath.
She trailed her fingers through his thick hair, stretching her sated body. He flashed a sensual grin before he rocked back on his heels and climbed to his feet. Capable fingers unfastened his breeches and slipped them off. A rush of increased hunger cut through her. She drank in the sight of his muscular body. Each contour of bone and sinew was a work of art. She sat upright and trailed a finger down his hipbone. He watched her out of hooded eyes. Emboldened, she slipped her palm around his cock and allowed her thumb to run along the smooth crown.
He bucked into her touch, passion riding high on his cheekbones. Firelight caressed the delineated muscles of his rapidly rising chest. She began to explore his length with her hand, her core weeping with need. When she first met him, she could have never imagined she would be exchanging intimacies with him in the witches’ hut. It was too ludicrous to imagine. She leaned in and licked her way along the underside of his cock.
The manly scent of his desire inspired further seduction. She wanted him with every fiber of her being and she refused to let her fears stop her from achieving that goal. What she had with him was fleeting and predicated on the outcome of the investigation. No matter how much she wished to control every aspect of her life, the future would unfold the way it was intended. She would take what opportunity the present gave her, and tonight, it had given her Langdon.
Chapter Thirty
Elizabeth kneeled in front of Langdon. Her mouth on his cock challenged his self-control. It was not a battle he would win. Indeed, he fought every instinct to give in to the need. She glided her tongue along the crown of his shaft, liquid green eyes watching his every expression.
Anticipation was often headier than the actual act. His chest swelled with potent emotions for her; feelings he wasn’t keen on examining too closely. With her midnight hair a riot of curls about her slender shoulders, she was the most beautiful sight he had ever beheld.
He slipped his hand into the thickness of her hair and gripped the heavy mass with desperate fingers. She took him deeper into her mouth, moving her hand in conjunction with her tongue. He pressed his lips together and lay his head back, basking in the pleasurable sensations.
