Only when she’d stopped shaking did he lean up her body, kissing her so she could taste her own flavor. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he reached between them to unfasten his trousers as he had last night.
She sought his mouth as he lifted her, positioning her over his cock as he reversed the way they were seated so that he was on the bench and she straddled over him. As she lowered down on him, they both moaned in unison and she tilted her head back.
“I’ve been waiting for this since last night,” he growled, licking the column of her throat, biting gently.
She didn’t answer in words. There were none of those left. All she could do was move, rolling her hips over him, gripping him hard with every thrust. When she looked down at him, he was staring at her, watching every twitch of her expression as she rode him hard and fast. She ground her already sensitive clitoris against his pelvis with every thrust and felt the orgasm that had just faded returning at a shocking speed.
When he caught her hips, digging his fingers in, rolling her in time, that was enough. She came again, crying out and not giving a damn if the driver or Marcus or the entire world heard her scream out her pleasure.
He pounded harder beneath her, his gaze locked on her face as she jolted through the crisis. Then he lifted her, moving her across the carriage seat so he pinned her against the opposite wall. He thrust harder, faster, driving his tongue into her mouth as his animal movements at last lost all finesse and control. He growled out her name, withdrew and spent between them as she dug her fingers into his shoulders through his jacket and reveled in the sense that she had made this very controlled man into a beast, at least for a few moments.
And she wanted to do it all again.
Chapter 6
As the carriage stopped on the drive, Marcus stepped forward, waving off the footman as he opened the door and offered a hand for Naomi. As she stepped out and Everett followed, Marcus couldn’t help but notice how her dress was wrinkled and Everett’s hair was mussed. He smiled. It seemed his friend had staked his claim after all.
The thought hardened Marcus’s cock in an instant. He shook away the reaction as he watched Naomi look up at the house and back at him in confusion.
“Are we…is this your house? Where we came from originally?” she asked.
“Yes. We’re around back to protect our entry from any prying eyes, but we’ve returned to London and my home.”
“Why don’t we go inside?” Everett suggested as he looked around. “And then we’ll explain everything.”
Naomi looked at Marcus, then Everett, as if she were trying to determine whose arm she should take. Marcus all but held his breath as she worked it out. Then she shook her head.
“Well, someone lead the way,” she said with a laugh that broke some of the tension.
Marcus couldn’t help but smile, and did as she suggested. She followed him into the house and Everett took up the final place. Marcus led them to his study, the same place they had met the remarkable woman who they had now each tasted, and motioned her to a chair.
“So why did we return to your home?” Naomi asked as she settled into place. She looked far more comfortable than she had the previous afternoon. Of course, sex would do that. Marcus knew it better than most.
As Everett sat on the settee, Marcus leaned on the edge of his desk. “After you were shot at but Everett couldn’t find the culprit, I knew we would need to be careful. After all, the blackguard could simply circle back, watch for you to leave or us to leave, and follow.”
She nodded. “I suppose it makes sense. He hadn’t been identified, so he could easily retake whatever position he was in when he shot at me.”
She shuddered, some of her ease stolen just as it had been yesterday. It made Marcus want to rip apart whoever had done such a thing to her.
Everett glanced at him, his brow wrinkling, and picked up where Marcus could not. “So we drove, creating confusion with our route. It is likely that if we were followed, we lost the villain before we even reached the inn.”
“And who would expect us to return here after we apparently left London?” she said with a nod. “That’s rather brilliant, actually.”
Marcus smiled at her compliment. “Thank you. Being in London will give us better access to information for our investigation.”
“And I will stay…” She swallowed hard. “…I’ll stay here while you do that.”
He nodded slowly. “Yes. I’m afraid you’ll have to keep yourself indoors.”
“I’m certain we can find entertainments,” Everett drawled.
Marcus stared at his friend. Everett was often the more serious of the two of them, at least outwardly. His position in Society forced that. The way that title had come to him only made it worse. But now Marcus watched as the marquess winked at Naomi and she smiled in response.
He hadn’t seen Everett tease since…well, it had been a long time. Marcus hadn’t realized how much he’d missed his friend’s lightheartedness.
He cleared his throat. “Your room shall be next to mine,” he said. “It’s already arranged and was readied for you. The things we had brought from your home here in London should be prepared. I did not want to risk bringing in your maid since we aren’t certain there isn’t servant involvement in your attack or the murder of one or more of your husbands. So one of my servants will take her place.”
Now Naomi’s smile fell and she ducked her head. “I cannot believe this is happening,” she whispered.
