She shook her head, leaning toward him, and when he did not move, she placed her cheek on his chest.
She felt him stiffen, she heard him inhale, and then his hand clasped her back. Virginia almost smiled, as more tears fell, rapidly now, and the gold buttons and braid of his jacket rubbed unpleasantly against her face. His hand stroked down her back, over the silk of her robe and her underclothes, and she half sighed and half choked.
“Please don’t cry,” he said harshly, and it was a plea. “It is over now, you are safe, and we will end this absurd game.”
She lifted her face and looked up at him. “I can’t play it anymore—it hurts too much.”
He nodded, his gaze odd, almost moist, and then he leaned down and brushed her mouth lightly with his. “It’s over, Virginia, I swear,” he said.
His tone was husky with regret and something far different, desire. Virginia’s hands found the epaulets on his shoulders and she held him that way as he brushed his mouth over hers, again, very, very softly.
A huge sigh escaped her, the tears ceasing, her entire body tightening with incredible urgency. His mouth had paused, firm and still, and she opened against him, seeking another kiss.
For one moment he did not move as she brushed her mouth over his, again and again, faster and faster still, every fiber of her body taut with need now, because her entire life had been reduced to this single moment—she had to be one with him. Nothing else mattered, and in that union she knew nothing else would exist. Not his revenge, not the near rape. Not the humiliation of the past month. Nothing else would exist except Devlin and herself and her love.
“Don’t,” he warned. “This is dangerous, Virginia.”
Virginia thrust her tongue into his mouth as he spoke and he tensed—the invasion was so sweet that she moaned, licking his teeth, the inside of his cheeks, his lips.
“I cannot,” he gasped, pushing her onto her back. His eyes were wide, brilliant, silver. “I cannot promise you restraint.”
She shook her head—she did not want restraint—and she gripped his neck and pulled his face down toward hers.
He groaned and claimed her mouth frantically—but he was holding himself back, clearly afraid to hurt her, and she felt his entire body shaking with the effort it cost him.
Virginia pushed at his jacket.
“Am I hurting you?” he cried, flinging the coat off. “I don’t want to hurt you!”
“You’re not hurting me,” she gasped, unbuttoning his pale ivory waistcoat and pulling it off. His eyes widened and when she tugged his shirt out of his britches, he helped her, whipping off the cravat and shrugging off the shirt, tossing both aside.
She cried out at the sight of his naked upper body and found her hands on his chest, exploring the slabs of rock-hard muscle there.
He found her mouth again, and now, as he kissed her deeply, he opened her wrapper, and then pulled away, staring, as he lifted her chemise up. He froze.
Virginia glanced down and saw her bruised breast.
“Oh, God,” he whispered.
He was straddling her, clad in his britches, stockings and shoes, clearly aroused and clearly about to abandon her.
Virginia’s need was so vast that her entire body was shaking. She knew he had lost almost all of his control, she knew they were instants away from making love, and she took his hand and covered her bruised breast with it.
He cried out.
“You cannot leave me now,” she whispered.
His gaze met hers, filled with anguish and heat.
She took his hand and moved it to her other breast, rubbing it over the hard nipple there.
He inhaled harshly. And then he had her in his arms again, their mouths mating, tongues entwining. Virginia knew she had won and she held on to him, hard.
He tore off her wrapper and chemise, kissed her breast, slid his hand down her belly and over her silk drawers. Virginia gasped, eyes closing, as he delved through the slit drawers, where he found wet, hungry flesh throbbing against his fingertips.
He made a choked sound. She heard his shoes hit the floor, heard him tear off his stockings and britches, and then she felt his strong bare legs against hers and his velvety smooth, rock-hard shaft. Virginia cried out.
He smiled once, hard and tight, and bent and kissed her sex.
