Chapter Nineteen
Milly’sbody shuddered as his lips touched hers. She could no longer deny the need she felt for this man. Not when he was before her, his eyes flaring with passion. Rising to her toes, she clenched his lapels and held him close. This was where she had wanted to be again, since that morning on the road to London. She’d dreamed of this... him
“I have tried to fight this hunger I feel for you.” He rasped the words against her lips. “But I cannot.”
She kissed him back, taking and receiving.
His fingers touched her back, stroking the exposed skin. They left a trail of heat as he moved to her buttons.
She was blind to all but need. Need for this man consumed her.
She felt her bodice loosen, and he tugged her chemise aside. His lips moved to her neck and then lower, until he reached her breasts, licking each curve, and kissing the peaks. His touch was so exquisite, she moaned.
“Joseph.” She didn’t know what she asked for, only that it was more... so much more.
He took her nipple into his mouth, and she cried out at the pleasure. An arrow of lust shot through her to center between her thighs.
Milly ran her hands up his chest, eager to feel his skin. Pushing his jacket to the floor, she opened the waistcoat and pulled the hem of his shirt from his breeches.
“Your touch.” He lifted his head and kissed her. “I need your touch.” He breathed the words against her lips.
“As I need yours.”
She lowered her head and pressed her lips to his chest, running soft, wet kisses over the skin.
“Milly.” His moan spurred her on. She let her hand trace the band of his breeches. Let her fingers dip inside to touch his skin. She’d learned of the art of lovemaking from maids during the last few years; learned, and believed it would never be she who did these acts.
Bolder, she moved lower and cupped his erection.
“Christ!”
Joseph lifted her and walked to the chaise. He lowered her and dropped to his knees before her. Easing her skirts up her body, he kissed her thigh above her stocking, the heat delicious. The first sweep of his tongue over the soft folds between her thighs made her shudder.
“Joseph!”
“Let me pleasure you.” The breath whispered over her sensitive skin.
Milly’s head fell back, and he continued to give her the most intimate kiss of all. She should not allow it. Should not be spread before him like a feast, when someone could chance upon them, but Lord, she could not stop him. The tension built inside her as he continued to lick and kiss her. When his tongue swept over the tight bead, she moaned long and deep, as wave upon wave of ecstasy swept over her.
“Yes, let go, Milly.”
Her lashes fluttered open to see him poised above her. His hands opened his breeches and then he was there, the full, hard length of him poised to take her.
“Tell me you want this, Milly.”
She touched the muscles clenched in his jaw.
“I want this. Please, Joseph. I want you.”
He eased inside her, slick muscles clenching as he pushed deeper. She felt a sting of pain and then he was there, buried deep inside her. Breath rasping, arms braced beside her.
“Milly, are you all right?”
“Yes.” She took his face in her hands and kissed him, and she felt him slide out of her and back in. Lord, it was pleasure and pain, and she wanted it all. They had been robbed of one life together, but perhaps with this, they could have another.
“Joseph,” she gasped as she felt it again; that wonderful pinnacle was in reach once more. He retreated and thrust again and again, and then she reached it, sailed over with Joseph, and floated down the other side.
She slowly caught her breath as they came back to reality.
