An inner voice whispered of danger. Sebastian was a spy with demons and secrets, a man she could never fully trust. She knew that a future with him was impossible, knew that she had to protect her heart even as she yearned to give in to passion.
I can do this. No strings, no risk. Nothing but pleasure with the only man I’ve ever desired.
Temptation overrode caution.
She saw his smoldering intent, but she beat him to it. Or, rather, they acted at the same time. Their mouths crashed, years of frustration and longing combusting into uncontrollable need.
Twenty
In the minuscule part of her not overtaken by desire, Charlie knew this was a mistake. But some mistakes were worth making. Especially after twelve years of being careful, of guarding herself. Of thinking and thinking and thinking.
With Sebastian, there was never much room for thought. The feelings he inspired were too big, too intense, and that hadn’t changed. She was engulfed in sensation, in the rightness of the moment as he spun them around so that his back was against the hard cavern wall and she was sitting astride him, her knees bracing his thighs, their mouths fused. His kiss consumed her, ravenous yet somehow tender too, as if he wanted to eat her and savor every bite.
Her own hunger was no less. She took of him as he did of her, feasting on his taste, his rightness. Their lips clung, then parted, his tongue driving inside and tangling with hers. The kiss turned wet and deep, her insides melting. The heat built and built, expanding until she thought she would burst out of her skin. Just from his kiss.
“I’ve missed this,” he growled against her lips. “I’ll never get enough of you, Lottie.”
And he proved it by trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses over her jaw. He mouthed her ear, and she arched her neck at the bliss. He fisted her braid and held her head in place while he licked her, the scalding pleasure spreading to her nipples and between her splayed legs. She was burning, aching everywhere. Coming out of her skin and needing more.
His mouth claimed her throat, his fingers making short work of her buttons. She helped him tear off her waistcoat, then her shirt, moaning when he put his hands on her breasts, not only because of how good it felt but also because of his expression. The greed and reverence glittering in those warrior’s eyes.
He cupped her breasts as if weighing something precious. “Bloody hell, your tits are even more gorgeous than I remembered.”
At his coarse appreciation, she felt liquid trickle from her center. She’d always loved the rawness of his desire, how it stripped away the layers of civility and refinement and bared his true self. His primal nature tore away her inhibitions until she was panting, squirming, alive with her own need. He heightened her desperation by fondling her mounds whilst avoiding the throbbing tips.
“Stop teasing,” she said breathlessly.
“Is that what I’m doing?” His eyes glinted with wolfish playfulness, and her breath caught as his thumb edged closer to a straining pink crest. “Here I thought I was relishing the moment.”
“Well, relish it quicker…ohh.”
The moan scraped from her throat because he leaned forward and took a nipple deep into his mouth. The fierce suction pulled at her core, releasing a gush of liquid pleasure. With one hand splayed between her shoulder blades, he held her against his voracious kiss. His other hand played with her other nipple, plucking and rolling and pinching until the heat in her became a fever. Too much to bear and not enough.
Then he gave her more.
Clasping her hips, he guided her higher against him, and she trembled to feel the pulsing length of steel inside his trousers. He widened his legs, forcing her knees to spread further, and she gasped at the new alignment of their bodies. Of the feel of him so hard, so thick against her aching flesh.
“Ride me, sweeting,” he rasped. “Rub that sweet pussy against my cock.”
With a desperate moan, she did. Grasping his shoulders for purchase, she slid her pussy against his erection, the pleasure almost unbearable. She squirmed against the thick ridge, moving her hips up and down, using the broad tip to stimulate her own swollen nub. It was depraved and delicious, and his hoarse pants urged her on.
“I can feel you soaking through my trousers.” His nostrils were flared, his features sharpened with lust. “Work that pearl against my prick, darling. Come on me.”
At his decadent demand, she whimpered, moving her hips faster. The fever rose and rose, and then he put his mouth on her breasts again. Tonguing her nipples, sucking them deep. When she felt the graze of his teeth, she broke.
She came with a cry, her entire being splintering with bliss.
If a man could expire from pleasure, Jack would have cocked his toes up the instant his wife spent from rubbing her pussy against his cock. He ran a proprietary hand up the silken curve of her spine, curling his palm around her nape. Looking into her cloud-soft eyes, he saw his version of perfection.
“You are bloody magnificent,” he said and claimed her mouth.
Their kiss started softly, then caught fire. His surging lust was accompanied by an undertow of gratification. It had always been this way for them, and nothing had changed. They still couldn’t get enough of each other.
Her lips sweet and hungry against his, Lottie clearly wanted to take charge. It was only fair that he let her have her turn. She unbuttoned his shirt, and he shuddered to feel her hands on him. She glided her palms over his leaping muscles, the light scrape of her fingernails making his stones draw up taut. When she bent to lick his nipple, he exhaled at the sharp delight.
She slid off his lap, making space for herself between his legs. Her eyes had a kittenish spark as she continued kissing his chest. She seemed intent upon investigating every nook and cranny of him with her tongue, and he had no complaints. The ridges of his abdomen tensed as her lips followed the path of hair that led toward his waistband. When she kissed the rigid curve of his cock through his trousers, his breath hissed through his teeth.
Was this headed where he thought it was?
