Constance smoothly threaded her arm through Devin’s. “I fear this dance is already promised to me.” She gave her competition a look that dared to defy her, but after a brief grumble of annoyance, they spun and headed in the other direction.
Constance led Devin to the dancefloor where the musicians were tuning their instruments for a new set. And by the sound of it, a waltz was about to take place.
Perfect.
She looked up into those familiar, dark, piercing eyes, visible beneath a silver mask with white ostrich feathers and whispered, “What are you doing here?”
He sniffed and withdrew a fan from his reticule. “As if I would allow any other lady to capture your attention this evening.”
Her lips twitched. “You’re doing it a bit brown, aren’t you?”
He winked. “I should hate to disappoint you when you’ve worked so hard to make this fete such a success.”
As the first strains of the violin reached Constance’s ears, she bowed and then pulled him into her arms. Even though he was wearing a dress, he was the furthest thing from being feminine that she could ever imagine.
“We’re a bit close to be proper, aren’t we?” he teased huskily.
The sensation of that deep voice washed over her and made her skin break out in gooseflesh. “I intend to be much closer than this before the night is over,” she whispered back.
His stance stiffened beneath her hands and she could only hope that other parts of his body were just as excited as she was.
“Have you seen Sir Isaacson or the maid yet?”
The dose of reality was exactly what Constance needed to cool her ardor. “Neither. But I’ve been on the lookout.”
“Perhaps my presence will shake one of them loose,” he noted. “It should certainly bring about the baronet. He still thinks he can manage to steal you from me.”
She cocked her head at this revelation. “Indeed? Well, then, perhaps I should let him believe it.”
His eyes flashed as they narrowed. “What are you planning?”
She shrugged. “Nothing.” She prayed she sounded convincing.
Devin was quite sure that Constance was lying, but then, that was why he was there, to make sure nothing happened to her. If she didn’t want to tell him the truth, that was fine, but that didn’t mean he intended to ignore what she was doing.
Unfortunately, the only thing that might distract him from Constance—was the lady herself. Or more particularly, the saucy way she moved in those infernal trousers. That enticing backside was driving him mad. He might decide that a brief interlude was in order before they continued the search for their quarry, and by the high color on her cheeks, he was confident that she was feeling the same.
Lowering his head to her ear, he said, “I’m feeling a bit lightheaded. Is there somewhere we can be… alone?”
He hoped that his request was received properly, but by the way her hands tightened on him, it was. “Yes.” It was more of a moan than a reply, but enough for him to stop in the middle of the set.
While she was supposed to be in control, he was the one who led her away from the other dancers. “Where to?” he asked, since she knew the countess’s townhouse better than he did, considering he’d never stepped foot inside before tonight.
“This way.” He smiled, as the roles had abruptly reversed as she tugged him along behind her. She chose the second door on the left of the hall to reveal a music room. “We won’t be disturbed here,” she said as she shut the door behind him—and locked it.
After that, wigs were tossed aside and masks ripped off and added to the pile as they came together in a blazing inferno of desire. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment for weeks,” she admitted, her breath coming in deep pants as she began to lift up Devin’s skirts.
When she dropped to her knees and disappeared beneath the layers of material, followed by the sensation of her hot mouth encircling his engorged manhood, Devin saw stars in his vision. His hips bucked as she sucked him until he was close to release, almost painfully so. As good as it felt, he wanted to be inside of her.
“Stop.” It was all he could do to utter the word, but she obeyed, standing up to look at him with eyes so beautiful and bright that they shook him to his core.
With a growl, he reached out and kissed her deeply as he reached for the buttons of her trousers. They were soon sagging down around her ankles and he took advantage of her inability to move to lift her into his arms. He carried her over to the wooden pianoforte and set her down on top, and then discarded her trousers. Her feet landed on the ivory keys and filled the air with a discordant music, but neither of them cared.
He gathered her naked thighs in his grasp and opened her to him. Her glistening core beckoned for him to taste the delights she offered and he was happy to comply. He lowered his head and began to worship her with his tongue. She clutched at his shoulders and cried out his name on a plea.
He forced himself to stop just before she found her release. “Not yet,” he said with deep breaths. He straddled the piano bench and pulled her down to sit on his lap, one leg on either side of his hips. Moving the mountain of dress and undergarments out of the way, he impaled her on his cock. He hissed when she took him fully, and when she began to move, they were both lost to the sensation of their joining. Devin truly was feeling faint as his body tightened in anticipation of the pleasure that was so close. He clenched his jaw and held himself back, because he knew Constance was on the verge of her own climax.
He grasped her hips and increased his pace, watching through hooded lids as she bit her lip. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and then her green eyes closed and her entire body trembled as she reached her pinnacle. His cock thrummed with his need, and when he was sure he had every last bit of her pleasure, he finally allowed the pressure to release. He groaned deeply as he poured everything that he had into her.
