“There are other things a man and woman can do.” They had a long distance to travel today with nothing for entertainment. The uncomfortable seats would make sleep nigh impossible.
His fingers renewed their purpose, exposing toned calves hidden beneath woolen stockings. And above them, the softer and naked flesh of her thigh. In less than two minutes, he managed to have her sitting in a pile of her skirts, both lovely legs exposed for his enjoyment.
“May I?” he asked with a cock of one eyebrow. She frowned in confusion but nodded.
Later, he’d examine how she’d come to trust him so easily, but for now, he dropped onto the floor, kneeling before her. Small white teeth tugged at her bottom lip, sending what blood remained in his head to a much lower part of his anatomy.
Using both hands now, he pushed her skirts higher.
He’d not seen her last night. None of her, really. He’d touched her intimately, he’d driven his body into hers, but he’d not been able to enjoy her this way.
“Lie back,” he ordered and as she did so, he lifted her knees and set each upon one of his shoulders.
Lush and pink, better than he’d imagined. She let out a cry, and he halted to meet her gaze. “A woman can be beautiful in more ways than one.” As he spoke, his hand slid upward. He could not resist.
He leaned forward and stole the most intimate of kisses.
* * *
When Lila had setout to get to know the man she’d married a little better, in all her imaginings, she’d not imagined…
This.
One hand on the strap above her, her other searched for purchase on the bench. She’d nearly slid off the seat and her knees dangled over his shoulders. Feeling like something of a voyeur to her own illicit behavior, she drank in the sight of his thick blond hair as he worked between her thighs.
Dora had not even hinted at such… depravity.
The carriage hit a rut and his grip tightened when her hips slid, pressing her harder against his…
Mouth.
“Oh.” She couldn’t stop herself from crying out as the friction of the stubble on his face rubbed against her. And then the warmth of his tongue. The wetness added to her own.
A trembling need was building inside her, the same one she recognized from the night before. Only this time, the pleasure might be absent any pain.
She writhed as he created sensations she could hardly begin to comprehend. What on earth was he doing to insight them? Merely contemplating where his tongue was, that he enjoyed doing something like this, made her want to thrust herself at him harder.
His wanting her made her want him.
“Pemberth!” His name escaped on a gasp.
His hand covered her mouth, stifling her sounds.
“If you make too much noise, Drake will think we want him to stop.” His voice was muffled but she appreciated that he hadn’t paused in his activities.
And now she tasted the salt on his hand. He’d been touching her.
And it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but this. By now the jostling of the carriage only heightened each stroke of his tongue, each thrust of his fingers. The world spiraled around her as she gave herself over completely. He could play her. He could dine on her. This need… it had stolen her will in the most unexpected way.
And just as the world shattered, she became vaguely aware of the carriage listing to one side and slowing to a halt.
She slumped onto the bench with closed eyes, uncaring of her modesty or what was going on around them.
“That damned wheel!” Her husband’s voice penetrated her satiated fog, and he drew back, leaving her feeling somewhat bereft all of a sudden.
The carriage. The wheel. A driver and an outrider right outside the door.
“Oh, blast.” She lowered her gown and sat up primly on the bench. Pemberth’s lips were glossy and his face slightly damp.
