“Tell me to stop.”
In reply, she attacked the buttons of his breeches and shoved them down to bare his muscled arse. He picked her up, drew her open thighs over his hips, and thrust home so hard that the door rattled in its frame. Carenza closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations, the intrusive pulsing of his cock, his harried breathing, and the growing excitement throbbing through her veins that seemed to match his own passion.
For several glorious moments she could think of nothing except his physical presence and her response to it. He groaned her name as they came together in one last fiery crash that left them both breathless and clinging to each other.
“Carenza?”
Very faintly through the door, Carenza heard Allegra calling her name. She met Julian’s blue eyes and went still.
“Whereareyou?”
Holding her slightly panicked gaze, Julian slid one hand under her skirts to where they were still joined and set his finger over her already swollen and straining bud. Even as Allegra’s voice grew louder, he flicked and rubbed Carenza into another climax that had her burying her face against his arm to stop herself from screaming. Impossibly, she felt his cock filling again as she clenched around his shaft.
He eased almost free and then slammed forward, filling her completely. She forgot all about Allegra in the instinctive need to fight him to completion. She came again, and then again until he finally joined her, his body pinning her to the door with the strength of his climax.
Someone knocked about an inch from Carenza’s head, and she didn’t even care.
“Carenza?” Allegra huffed as she rattled the latch. “I told Jones this lock was faulty. I’ll have to get him to take a look at it.”
“Not now,” Carenza breathed as she heard Allegra finally retreat. “Please don’t ask him right now.”
Julian buried his face in her shoulder, his whole body shaking.
Carenza stroked his hair. “What’s wrong?”
He finally looked up, and she realized he was laughing. “I have thoroughly debauched you in your own home, which I promised not to do.”
“I’m more worried about Jones discovering exactly what is preventing entry into this room than what we did together,” Carenza said. “Can you put me down?”
“Of course.”
He eased out of her, and she winced as he set her feet on the floor.
“Are you all right?” he asked as he rearranged his clothing.
Carenza just nodded, amazed at his ability to look so undisturbed when she probably looked a complete fright. A quick glance in the mirror confirmed that she was correct. She patted ineffectively at her hair, which was coming down.
“I should go up the back stairs to my bedroom and compose myself.”
“An excellent idea,” Julian said. “And I will open this door and take myself off.” He paused to study her. “Do you require my assistance to get upstairs?”
“No, thank you. If I let you anywhere near my bed, I suspect I wouldn’t let you leave.”
His mouth quirked. “There you go again, making provocative statements when you know I have to go.”
She stepped close to him. “You could stay. No one will come into my bedchamber without my permission.”
He kissed her gently on the forehead. “And your father would quite rightly shoot me if he found out I’d been taking advantage of you in his own house.”
She stiffened. “Taking advantage of me? Are you suggesting that using my bed is somehow different from fucking me against the door?”
His slight smile disappeared. “Don’t start.”
“And what does that mean?” Carenza raised her chin. “I am entitled to my opinion.”
“Indeed, you are, and in any other circumstances I would be delighted to argue the point, but we are in something of a hurry right now, and we need to move.” He unlocked the door, peered outside, and beckoned Carenza forward. “All’s clear. You go, and I’ll see myself out.”
She stomped up the stairs to her bedchamber, which was empty, undressed without any help, and got into bed. She was very wet between her thighs and would request a bath before she dressed for dinner. She slid her hand between her legs and cupped her mound, which was still throbbing and sensitive from Julian’s attentions. Should she have allowed him such liberties in the family home? From the moment she touched him, she’d forgotten all about propriety and simply existed in the physical realm.
