As his fingers mirrored his words, arousing her through touch, his voice aroused her with fantasy.
She hadn’t thought of her outfit with its revealing lines and flattering vertical stripes, only that it was the nearest piece of dress within reach when she’d received Charlotte’s missive. Now she wished she hadn’t taken the extra seconds to tug on drawers and stockings.
His hands came to cup her breasts, lifting them high until her nipples skimmed the top of her bodice, the fabric teasing her sensitive skin.
“By all means, Your Grace,” she rasped. “Feast away.”
His chuckle of approval reverberated down her spine as his mouth dipped to tug a rosy bud into his mouth.
When she thought she’d go mad with ecstasy, his attention went to her other breast. “When this is all over, I’m going to take a solid week to taste every inch of you,” he promised. He cupped her and flicked each breast with his tongue. “Starting with these.”
Danny clutched his shoulder, doing her best to muffle her moans with the back of her hand.
Percy pulled away, his gaze fixed on her covered mouth. Hands falling from her chest, hetsked. “This will never do.”
Before Danny could protest, Percy opened a nearby closet, barely big enough for the two brooms and bucket it held. Removing the supplies, Percy inclined his head, his gaze wild.
“After you, my lady.”
Danny’s arousal didn’t allow for questions. Entering, her body pressed up against the back of the closet as Percy stepped in behind her and closed the door.
The space was cramped, difficult to maneuver. Danny hadn’t even the room to turn around and was about to voice her misgivings when fingers bunched in her skirts and lifted.
Both still standing upright, Percy nudged her legs apart with his foot and worked his fingers through the slit in her drawers to find that coil of nerves at her core.
Danny gasped at the touch and the position, resting her forehead against the cold, wooden paneling and marveling at her husband’s ingenuity. Unable to keep the excitement from her voice she asked, “Here, Percy? With everyone next door?”
“Here,” he whispered in her ear. “Now.”
His barely restrained growls were followed by a snap of buttons popping open and his hard length pressing hot against her backside through the thin knit of her drawers.
Yes, here and now. It was all they could guarantee.
His fingers parted her slit and he pushed upwards in one nail-scraping, core-clenching thrust while his other hand turned her face for better access to the delicate skin between her ear and her shoulder.
“Danny,” he murmured against her skin. Massaging her hips, he guided her bottom flush against his pelvis and grinded into her with every shallow buck; urgent thrusts that came faster and faster, giving her no time to think or breathe.
The tension, the limited space, he was everywhere, touching, kissing, drawing her higher and higher towards that bright spot where Earth met the heavens.
He cupped both breasts in his hands and rolled her nipples.
“Percy!”
The orgasm hit hard and brutal, much like the man who gave her such pleasure. There was no need for gentleness or holding back. She wanted all of him: the rough-and-tumble man, the spy, the unbeknownst leader. He was different things to different people, but in this moment, the only thing that mattered was he was hers.
She found his hand that had moved to her thigh and laced their fingers, urging him faster, harder, anything to prolong their connection.
If she could have frozen time and kept him to herself forever, she’d have done so without guilt.
But she had no such power, and when he found his own release with a roar that sounded like the final screams of a tolling bell, Danny’s heart crumbled knowing they were all out of time.
*
Percy slunk throughthe alleys of St. Giles, toeing the new territory lines between the Greens and the Merrys, knowing he’d eventually find one of the lower gang members if he walked far enough.
It was rotten luck the Merrys’ blasted dimber-damber had found Percy first.
Syd slid out of a darkened doorway, the knife in his hand needle thin and gleaming wickedly. “Looks like Christmas came early this year. How I hoped I’d be the one on patrol when you stuck your filthy head out of your hole.”
