He froze, afraid he was moving too quickly, but her legs tightened around him, and she shifted her hands to the sides of his face again, pulling his mouth against hers, and darting her tongue across the seam of his lips.
With a pleased groan, he stroked her core, loving how aroused she was for him. He took the time to draw her lower lip into his mouth, nibbling the way he’d been dreaming of, as his thumb found her hidden pearl. As soon as he brushed her clitoris, she moaned and began to thrust her hips against his hand.
Obliging her unspoken request, he slid first one, then two fingers into her warmth, and was rewarded with a desperate whimper.
Her hands fumbled at his neck, then pulled his head down to her shoulder as she buried her face against him. Smiling, he nipped gently at her skin, then used the pad of his thumb to brush against her clitoris once more.
She thrust her hips toward him, then back again, trying to join in the ancient dance, and the sensation was too much for Phin. The knowledge he was holding this incredible woman in his arms—or rather,shewas holdinghim—and his fingers wereinsideher…sent him over the edge.
It had been years since he’d soiled the inside of his trousers, but could he be blamed? Her wetness coated the outside, where she was rubbing her core against him, and now…?
With a groan, Phin felt his cock spill, pressed tightly against the inside of his smalls.
Perhaps she noticed, because she stiffened, her arms locking him in place against her, and her legs tightening around his waist. He had just enough time to wonder if he’d done something wrong.
Then he felt her inner muscles constrict around his fingers.
Grinning against her skin, he gently curled his fingers inside her core, allowing her to ride his hand to completion. It seemed to last forever, her breathing harsh against his neck, her muscles tight around him everywhere except her core, where she pulsed in time with her orgasm.
After, she collapsed, and he held her against him with his free arm and tried to control his breathing.
Dear Zeus, he’d never—not once—felt something so compelling. Never felt an urge—aneed—so strong.
And he hadn’t even made proper love to the lass.
And if he ever were lucky enough to truly make Olivehis, what they would do would certainly be makinglove.
“Phineas…” Her murmur had him straightening, making sure everything was acceptable.
The satisfied smile she granted him, as she dropped her palms against the desk and leaned her weight on them, told him things were more than acceptable; in fact, they weremagnificent.
As carefully as he could, he pulled his fingers from inside her, pulled his hand from her drawers, and tried to rearrange her skirts. Her legs fell to either side of his hips, and she looked as though she’d been well and truly loved.
Phin wanted to smirk in pride over the sight of her, but when he stepped back, the sticky sensation at the front of his trousers made him wince. He’d actually soiled his smalls like a lad? How embarrassing.
How wonderful.
“I think I’d better leave ye,” he murmured, as he tightened the fingers which still held her essence into a fist by his side. “Ye can find yer spectacles?”
A confused look darted across her face, then she nodded and fumbled for the drawer beside her right knee. She came up with a pair of spectacles, which she slid over her nose, and smiled in satisfaction.
By Zeus, that smile made him want her again.
But his cock was decidedly uncomfortable in its sticky confines, and he needed to find a change of clothes before anyone noticed him sneaking about in soiled trousers.
With another wince, he stepped back, taking one of her hands in his. He lifted it to his lips and brushed a kiss across the backs of her fingers. “Thank ye, Olive. That was lovely.”
She blushed but held his gaze. “Thankyou. For…for everything.”
“For helping ye back to the house so ye can find yer spectacles?” He winked.
Her chin rose. “Foreverything. Including, yes, your help. And…” She glanced away. “And for thinking well enough of me to ask my opinion about the dig and thesphaeraand, well…” She shrugged, still not looking at him.“Everything.”
It was thateverythinghe couldn’t stop thinking of. He brushed another kiss across her fingers, then squeezed them. “One day soon, love, ye’ll see yerself as I see ye and realize how brilliant ye are. We’ll find thatsphaera. I ken it.”
She straightened, meeting his eyes once more. “We will! We just need to go back to the ruins and poke around a bit more.”
The thought ofpokingwith her made him wince again, knowing he’d be hard-pressed to think of anything besides the way she’d felt pulsing around his fingers.
She pulled her hand from his, twining her fingers together in her lap. With a slight frown, she focused her attention on them. “And I shall try to think of whatever it is nagging at my memory.”
Phin stepped back a third time, awkwardly. He didn’t want to leave her like this, but he needed to change, and he suspected she needed a moment alone as well. What hewantedwas to strip her of her clothing and pull her into bed and cuddle with her under the cozy blankets.
But what he was going todowas leave her in peace for a while.
Besides, after what they’d just shared, there was something he needed to do, and someone he needed to speak to.
Since she didn’t appear to be paying him any attention, he nodded briskly, and turned for the door.
Like a coward.
