She blinked, trying to regain some purchase on her tingling, throbbing, dizzy body and mind. “Y-yes,” she whispered. “If that is the way a wolf hunts, I do not mind being the rabbit.”
He chuckled and moved to pick up his papers again. She stared in shock. Could he really go back to whatever he was working on as ifthathadn’t just happened? As if he wasn’t still hard beneath his trousers?
“And what can the rabbit do in return, Mr. Wolf?” she asked.
He had been about to turn one of the pages in his hand over, and he froze mid-act and lifted his gaze back to her. “I beg your pardon?”
“It seems very unfair to leave you…” She motioned at his erection. “Thusly. Does the wolf not want something in return?”
“Seeing you come was an excellent reward, Your Grace,” he said, but he pushed the papers away and the corner of his lip turned up in a half-smile. “I can take care of my needs once we reach a very comfortable bed at the inn.”
“In how long?” she asked, shocked by how forward she was being with him. How easy this charged conversation was, despite her innocence. Something in this man brought it out. Woke it up in her. “Five hours, six, seven?”
He shrugged. “Probably seven. We’ll get there just at supper.”
She shook her head. “Well, that seems an unfair amount of time for you to wait.”
“You are kind to think of me, and I promise you that one day I will claim your body fully in that very carriage seat while you scream out my name and rake patterns on my back with your nails.”
Her mouth dropped open at the description and the heated desire that flowed right to her sex when he said those words. “But not today?”
“You must still be sore from last night,” he said, his tone gentling.
She shrugged. “Only a little.”
“A little is enough to make me wait so that you can be most comfortable,” he said. “Didn’t you enjoy what we did?”
She nodded. “I think you know I did. I made it clear enough, I’m sure.”
“I was fairly certain,” he teased. “Pleasure shouldn’t be tit for tat, Amelia. I can enjoy giving you release and not find my own, at least not right away.”
She wrinkled her brow. Somehow she doubted most men would feel the same. She’d heard too many stories from friends and from whispers of women who merely endured their husband’s affection. The very opposite from her experience, at least so far.
“Isn’t there something I can do for you?” she asked. “You, er…licked me.” Heat flooded her cheeks. “Can a woman do the same for a man?”
His eyes grew very wide. Very, very wide, indeed. She had shocked him. Apparently that was not something one did.
“I’m sorry,” she said, ducking her head. “I don’t know what is considered right or wrong.”
He reached out to tuck a finger beneath her chin so she couldn’t look away. “What is right is what feels good to you. Nothing else. Yes, a woman can take a man in her mouth. But many ladies do not like to do it.”
She glanced down his body at that thick line of his cock. She had certainly liked the feel of it inside of her. The concept of licking him, sucking him…that did not sound unpleasant. Not in the least. Especially if she could steal even an ounce of his restraint.
She slid forward on the seat and reached out, resting her hands on his thick, muscular thighs. When she touched him, he let out a ragged, needy sigh, and she smiled. Oh yes, she very much wanted to do this and take all that control.
“Please,” she whispered.
Hugh’s head was spinning. There was a war going on inside of him and he had no idea how to win it. What winning would even looked like.
Part of him, the gentlemanly part, said that Amelia was still so innocent. That it wasn’t fair to her. That ladies didn’t like such things. Did they?
And the other part, the animal part, looked at her full lips and wanted nothing more than to watch them close over his cock and suck him until he exploded. He wanted that more than anything.
But it seemed he didn’t get to decide which would happen. Amelia reached out and caught up his papers, tossing them on the bench next to her. She slid onto his seat, her fingers massaging his inner thigh. He was hard as stone and his mind was addled by desire, both caused by the way she was tracing his leg with her fingernails, and also by watching her come a few moments before.
He wanted her so very badly, and she leaned up to kiss him as she slowly unfastened the buttons on his fall front. Her hand brushed him as she folded it away and broke the kiss. Together they looked at his hard cock, thrusting straight up in full attention.
She smiled as she reached out and dragged one finger along his length. She gasped and glanced at him. “The skin is so soft,” she whispered. “What do I do?”
