“By Jove, you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice ragged.
His weight left her, and she felt instantly bereft. She heard the swish of his clothes being shed, then he was back atop her, the contact of skin on skin reviving her spent nerves. His carved hardness was an erotic contrast to her soft curves. The granite slabs of his chest titillated her nipples, the ridges of his abdomen rubbing like a washboard against her belly. His manhood was a heavy iron bar against her thigh.
“Ah, sweeting, you feel fine.” His voice was gravel wrapped in velvet.
“So do you,” she managed.
“Let’s see if you like this.”
He moved, and she gasped as his massive shaft tunneled through her folds. He did it again, not entering her, but rather rubbing his rod along her intimate seam. Her wetness lubricated his movements. Breathing harshly, he pushed against her, spreading her petals with his hot, pulsing staff. When he slid against her exposed peak, she jerked, moisture gushing from her core.
“That’s right, love, rub that creamy pussy against my cock,” he coaxed thickly. “Make my prick nice and wet while I fuck your pretty pearl.”
His wicked litany and the lunge of his hips made stars flash in the darkness. “Rhys.”
“Right here. Come again—this time with me.”
His lips closed on her nipple. The hot, fierce suction accompanied the steady plowing through her slick sex. Her fingers slid into the rough silk of his hair, holding on as, unbelievably, pleasure surged once again. She cried out as her crisis hit for a third time.
“Bloody hell, yes,” he groaned. “Feel me, sweeting.”
His cock rocked against her pussy once, twice, and then a shudder wracked his large frame. Wet heat exploded against her belly, flooding her navel and dripping down her sides. The scent of his fulfillment hung richly in the air.
After tenderly wiping her clean, he cuddled her close, pulling his greatcoat over them both. His lips pressed against her temple.
Enveloped in his solid warmth, she listened to the pounding of his heart. Of her own. And before the consequences of what she’d done could begin to spin in her head, sleep blissfully claimed her.
11
Rhys blinked in the darkness.The disorientation turned into satisfaction as he remembered where he was and who was with him. His morning cockstand reared to instant readiness. Then he frowned, realizing that his arms were not full of a warm, curvy woman.
The place next to him was empty.
He sat up, his greatcoat falling to his waist. “Maggie?”
He heard the faint resonance of footsteps. A minute later, a glow pervaded the cavern, revealing Maggie, fully dressed and holding a candle. Even after the night’s adventures, she looked delectable. Her cinnamon hair had lost all its pins, cascading to her waist in shiny waves. Her eyes were luminous and watchful.
“You’re up,” she said.
Nothing coy or flirtatious in her tone. Despite the scorching intimacy they’d shared, she was as proper as a governess. For some reason, her primness made him want to smile…and do unspeakable things to her.
“In more ways than one.” He dropped his gaze to his lap, where his erection tented the wool. “Shall we put it to good use?”
The dimness couldn’t hide her charming blush.
“We cannot afford to tarry,” she said crisply. “The tide is low so we can depart. I scouted outside and didn’t see any excise men.”
Right. It was good that one of them was thinking with their head rather than their...other head.
He rose, grimacing as he tucked away his aroused flesh. He got dressed, and they headed through the tunnel. Her efficient navigation soon led them back to the outside world.
It took his eyes a moment to adjust to the brilliant sunrise spreading over the sky. Gulls called to each other, the sounds carried on the fresh, invigorating breeze. He inhaled deeply.
“I didn’t see footprints going toward the cove where I tied my horse.” She started walking in that direction. “The excise men must have left after netting the cargo. That is, unless they gave chase to my brothers…”
Hearing the tremor in her voice, he fell in step beside her. “I wouldn’t worry. Your brothers took off like rabbits at the first sign of trouble.”
And they left you behind. An ember of anger smoldered in his chest. Christ, what sort of men involved their sister in their shenanigans and then left her unprotected?
