Barbara nodded, a smile spreading across her face. “Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, I am perfect.”
“Perfection,” he agreed.
And then, experimentally, she rocked her hips forward.
Pleasure exploded through her, sharp and sudden, and she gasped. Kenneth groaned, his fingers flexing on her hips, so Barbara did it again. And again.
She found a rhythm quickly, her body taking over, her instincts guiding her. She braced her hands on Kenneth’s shoulders, using the leverage to lift herself up, to sink back down, to grind her hips powerfully against his.
Kenneth held himself still beneath her, his body tense, his jaw clenched. He let her use him, let her take her pleasure from him, and the knowledge only heightened Barbara’s arousal.
His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples, sending sparks of pleasure shooting straight to her core. Her hair fell around them like a curtain, hiding them from the world, creating a space that was just theirs, just for this, just for now.
As she rode him, Barbara could feel another orgasm building, the sensation familiar yet different—deeper, more intense. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead to Kenneth’s, her eyes locked on his.
“Fook, Barbara,” he growled, his voice ragged. “Ye feel so good, love. So fooking good. I wish ye could see yerself like this—strong and wicked and fookingdelicious.”
Barbara could only moan in response, her body coiling tighter and tighter, the pleasure building to a fever pitch. She was close, so close, and she could see from the tension around Kenneth’s eyes that he was close to losing control.
She reached between them, her fluttering fingers finding her clitoris, rubbing in tight circles. Kenneth’s eyes fluttered closed, his breath coming in ragged pants. “Jesu Christo, Barbara, when ye take yer pleasure like that…”
“I’m close,” she gasped, her body tensing. “Oh God, Kenneth, I’m so close.”
Kenneth’s grip on her hips tightened, his body stone-still beneath hers. “Come for me, love,” he growled in a decadent order. “Let me feel ye come all over my cock.”
His words sent her spiraling over the edge. Barbara threw her head back, a cry tearing from her lips as her orgasm crashed over her. Her body clenched around Kenneth’s cock, her hips bucking wildly, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
And he held himself still beneath her, his body tense, every muscle straining with the effort of holding back his own release—but as Barbara’s orgasm began to fade he suddenly lifted her, pulling her off him.
Barbara cried out at the sudden loss, her body aching to be filled again, but Kenneth clearly had kept his wits about him. As soon as he pulled his cock from her body, he pulled her against him and with a quiet grunt, he came, his hips jerking and his cock flexing as he spilled his seed between their bodies, mingling with her curls.
As much as Barbara understood that he was a rake, and had experience preventing pregnancies with women…a part of herwas disappointed he’d had the self-control to spill outside her body.
Was it so bad to wantallof him, even if it was for a short amount of time?
He gathered her into his arms, pulling her against his chest, his heart pounding beneath her ear.
“Christ, woman,” he muttered, his voice ragged. “I…I never imagined…”
Smiling, she snuggled against him. “I knew you would be magnificent, Kenneth.”
“Me?” He kissed the top of her head. “Barbara, that was…” He blew out a breath. “Fook me, Barbara, that was magnificent.”
She grinned in the darkness. “It was, rather, was it not?”
Kenneth didn’t respond but gathered her closer, wrapping her in warmth, keeping her safe and sated and oh-so-very pleased.
Chapter Eight
The pen slowly scratched across the surface of the paper, each word carefully considered. Barbara hummed softly to herself, hoping her entreaty would have the desired effect. She was writing to her mentor Mr. Sinter, to ask for his help in evaluating what she was certain were counterfeit canopic jars, though of course without hinting that this was part of a larger investigation.
It was a delicate balance, and a convenient way to occupy her mind this afternoon.
Because anytime shewasn’tfocused—any time her mind wandered—she found herself remembering last night.
Remembering the way Kenneth had, quite frankly, fulfilled every dream she could have imagined, then found a few more.
Who had known that falling asleep in a man’s arms could be quite so satisfying? Or being awoken a few hours later by his lips on her most intimate places? Kenneth had made love to her again twice more, introducing her to positions and angles she had never imagined. Before dawn he’d brought her pleasure with his clever tongue once more, leaving her exhausted and sated and dazed.
