He adjusted her leg so that it was hooked over his arm and, with a single thrust, filled her.
“Oh. Oh.” She couldn’t help herself. “You feel so good.”
“So good, love, so good.” He withdrew and then filled her again.
Everything about this was wrong. Everything they’d told one another had been lies.
He rolled onto his back, swinging her up so she was seated on his shaft.
The quilt had fallen away, and a cool breeze danced through the nearby leaves, rustling the tall grass and feathering its sweet caress over the two of them.
“So perfect.” She dropped her hands to his shoulders at the same time he grasped her hips, lifting and guiding. “So good.” She ground herself against him.
Had everything been lies, though? Or…
Tingles shot down her spine, and white exploded in her vision. Stone slowed, squeezing her buttocks, and then thrust up, stoking the pressure again.
Had shedding London, and theton, and memories of the promises she’d made allowed her to see who she really was, who she really wanted to be?
Was everything that had happened since her fall been the truth?
Heat shot through her veins, and the tingling built again, this time into a violent rapture, and it was almost within her grasp, so close, so close.
Stone claimed the tip of her breast and sucked.
“Ah… Right there. Yes.” She arched her back. Surely, they had become one person. She felt him everywhere.
The two of them were hovering over a dangerous precipice, exquisite pleasure on one side, pain on the other.
He lifted her and then pinned her to him. “Perfect, love, so perfect.” She dropped her forehead onto his. Both of them worked together now. He had grown even larger inside her, and she received him and welcomed every sensation.
“Yes.”
Stone’s entire body stiffened beneath her, and his shaft seemed to be touching her very core. His teeth clenched, hissing his release as he melded his body with hers, filling her with heat and liquid and his very essence.
This time, the white light was brighter than the sun and the tingling more of an explosion. Nothing could induce her to move afterward and when she drifted to sleep on top of him, he remained cradled between her thighs.
Chapter 22
One More Day
Stone dropped to his haunches on the quilt beside her and nudged her shoulder. Her long blond hair curled in all directions, and her face was flushed from sleep. He rubbed his jaw, which was covered in stubble again. Perhaps the pink was from his beard. Where else was she pink from his beard?
He’d broken every promise he’d made to himself last night—not once but three times. He shifted his gaze to the cooled embers of charcoal leftover from the fire they’d made together, noting that the world appeared gray in the dim light that comes just before dawn.
He’d packed up everything except for the shelter, allowing her a few additional minutes of sleep. He’d certainly not allowed her much sleep during the night.
But they needed to get on the road.
“Wake up, sleepyhead.” He adored her with his eyes, her hands tucked beneath her cheek, her full lips softly parted, her hair in disarray, partially covering her face.
When would the self-loathing kick in?
“Is something wrong?” She opened her eyes and blinked up at him sleepily.
“No. But I want to go through town early. In case Culpepper and his men stopped there.” He couldn’t help but lean forward, touching his lips to the top of her head. “I don’t want them to so much as even see you.”
“Or Archie.” Two tiny lines appeared between her sleepy eyes and she frowned. “You’re already dressed.”
