She shivered, turned her head, and rewarded him with a soft, chaste, kiss.
“It’s a very small one,” she said demurely. “Suitable for at-home.”
He slid his fingers across her thigh, smoothing little circles over her skin, hearing her breath catch as he drew closer to the slit in her pantaloons.
Drawing back, he watched her as she lifted her head. Her eyes were beautifully green at the moment, wide, and filled with desire. Her breath was coming in shallow pants, her heart beating so fast he could see the pulse of it in her throat. He loved seeing her aroused, second only to the look on her face when she climaxed.
His hand trailed between her thighs. She was dampening for him, legs widening as he cupped her, then slid a finger through her folds.
She was his.
“You’re wet. Show me how wet you are. Open your legs wider.”
An involuntary growl escaped him as she did.
Veronica startled him by pressing her hand against his trousers, feeling his erection, clasping it possessively.
“You’re as hungry as I am,” he murmured, kissing the edge of her jaw. A delicate kiss that didn’t reveal his raging need.
“Montgomery,” she whispered. “Anyone might come in.”
“Up on the worktable,” he said.
“What about splinters?”
“Kneel.”
Her eyebrows rose, but she did as he asked.
In moments, she was kneeling on his worktable, fully dressed, the skirt hiding her from his view. His cock was still trembling in its fabric prison and, when he released it, pointed at her as if seeking its home.
Slowly, he raised her skirts. There she was, hidden in the cave of cloth, her dampness evident to him even then. He ran one finger from her bottom through her pink and swollen folds to slide inside her.
Her back arched, then she lowered her head between her shoulders, a small moan escaping her.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. “I want to put my mouth on you.”
Her head turned, her face aflame. Desire and hunger flared in her eyes.
“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered, smiling when she did.
“Now, move closer.”
She backed toward him. The perfect angle, the perfect height. He ripped her pantaloons, bent his head, and gently bit one of the beautiful globes of her bottom.
Her breathing was raspy, her hair tumbling over her red cheeks.
“I’m going to come in you, now.”
Her back dipped; she supported herself on her forearms.
Then, before he spilled his seed from the sheer sight of her, he entered her in one smooth movement, closing his eyes as she sighed his name, her nails scraping the wood of the worktable.
“Now, if anyone comes in, they won’t know.”
She shook her head, not allowing him that sophistry. Anyone could tell, from her face, exactly what he was doing to her.
He pulled her skirts down over both of them, gripping her clothed hips with both hands, jerking her back onto him. Wondering, as he did so, how much of this he could take.
