The wet friction had her clenching her knees together. She tumbled over that edge, sucking him inside to his root when her climax dragged a moan from the very core of her being.
The fingers in her hair clutched her to him. “Danny, I can’t—”
He moved back.
Her teeth stayed him; her hand went instinctively to cup the heavy sac at his base.
A violent shudder racked his body, and then at last that salty taste poured across her tongue.
This went beyond friendship, certainly beyond mere lust. Neither had looked away as the other came. Their gazes had locked, the feelings shared. Danny would swear they’d been of one mind and body in that moment of lost pleasure.
When his climax ended, he pulled free of her mouth and dropped to his knees in front of her. With gentle hands, he cupped her face, his expression open and achingly soft.
They stared at one another. No words were spoken. Their bodies had done the talking, a conversation of soul-searing magnitude.
What were words but precursors to action?
Danny didn’t speak. Leaning forward, she pressed a kiss to his mouth and smiled at his huffed laugh.
He didn’t let her pull away. Breaking the kiss, he pressed his forehead to hers. “I’ve seen heaven.”
Danny’s smile grew. “If heaven feels like that, I may join my mama in church from now on.”
“Blasphemy!”
She loved his quick wit and the ease of his company. They’d urged each other to come in a public space, in broad daylight, in the most vulnerable of positions, and nothing about it felt awkward.
Being with him was as natural as breathing.
“Can you stand?” he asked softly.
“If I can’t, will you carry me?”
That laughter again. The sound was rough and beautiful. “I’ll carry you to the nearest inn and spread you on the bed for my evening meal.”
She shivered at his silky threat. “Oh, no! It looks as if my legs won’t work, sir.”
He helped her up and dropped a kiss on her brow, his grin positively feline as he buttoned his trousers. “Minx.” The humor faded. “If I don’t return you home soon, not even your sister will be able to keep up the ruse we silently agreed to attend.”
“And what ruse would that be?”
“That I’m an honorable man who won’t sully your virtue at the first available opportunity.”
She pursed her lips together to keep in a smile and said with all the seriousness she could muster, “This was hardly the first sullying.”
“Good point.” He dragged her to him and made quick work of her lips, tongue, and knowledge of the English language.
Danny contained her squeal of delight when that expert tongue flicked out and tasted the delicate spot on her jawline right beside her ear.
Her core went liquid, sending slick want down her still-damp thighs.
“What we ’ave here, Freddy?”
Pleasure turned to ice in her veins.
They tore apart as two figures stepped into the shadows, each carrying a knife as long as her forearm. But it was the wicked gleam in their eyes that had Danny’s fluttering stomach dropping out.
Both were broad, young. They were wearing long coats too big for their frames and had the same ruddy-cheeked faces.
