He leaned closer, and then his lips were there above the slope of a breast. Her moan had him licking his way down to the peak. His tongue slid over the sensitive bud and Liberty shuddered as sensation coursed through her.
“Toby,” she whispered, and he lifted his head.
“Toby, good? Toby, stop?”
“G-good.”
“Thank God.”
He lowered his head again and laved the taut peak until she was writhing on his thighs. Tension built inside Liberty with every lick. He eased her dress upward with his hands, the heat from his palms leaving a trail of desire and heightening the building tension inside her.
Liberty wanted to feel his skin. Needed to touch him too. Herfingers went to his neck, and then into his hair.
“Toby.”
He stopped instantly as she spoke his name and looked up at her with that dark, heated gaze.
“I want to touch you, too.”
“You do?”
“Very much.” She knew then that while he may give the appearance of a confident man, a man who had a reputation with women, he still carried vulnerability inside him from the hell he’d endured.
Liberty should have felt exposed seated as she was, bared to his gaze, but she didn’t. All she felt was an aching need for this man. Her fingers went to his necktie, and she freed it.
“I’m hoping you can retie that.”
She smiled but didn’t speak as she worked on his buttons next. When she had a few opened, Liberty parted his shirt and then leaned forward and kissed the skin at the base of his throat. Toby’s moan was low and deep.
“Liberty,” he breathed her name.
She licked the skin as he’d licked her breast.
“Your touch is heaven,” he rasped. “For an innocent, you are skilled in torment.”
“I may not have spoken to you, Lord Corbyn, but I watched you. Saw the boy I knew become a man. Wondered what lay beneath your clothes.”
“I saw you too,” he rasped as she placed another hot, open-mouthed kiss on his skin. “And every time I looked at you, I felt that pang of regret.”
“Shh.” She raised her head and kissed him. His hand went to the back of her neck, holding her closer.
“I can hardly believe I entered this carriage with you hating me, and now you’re in my arms,” he whispered against her lips.
Then there were no more words, only them, and this.
He slid his hands back up her thighs as he spread his wider, opening her to him.
“I don’t deserve your trust, Liberty, but I want it just the same.”
She nodded but could not say the words as his thumbs were stroking circles in the soft curls. Sensation, need, it all pulsed through her as his head lowered once more to take her breast into his mouth.
“Toby,” she whispered as one finger slid lower and into the damp folds between her thighs. He then stroked it along the seam, making her shudder.
“Just feel, Liberty.”
And she did. Every lave of his tongue on her breast, and stroke of his finger between her legs. Soon she was panting and writhing as the tension inside her built to an unbearable height. Then a great wash of pleasure consumed her. Liberty shuddered, her fingers biting into the flesh of Toby’s arm.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, lifting his head to watch her. “That look is one I will never tire of.”
