“I have never feltthatbefore.”
Satisfaction flowed through his body, but he wasn’t done with her. She needed to be ready for the next item on her list. He pushed her legs up higher and placed her feet on his shoulders. Her hand returning to his head.
“I don’t think I could possibly…”
He shoved a second finger inside her and curled them, pushing on a place that drove her wild. She bucked and pumped against his face, his teeth scraping her clit, and her core tightened once more as her body began to quiver. Just when she was about to come, he removed his fingers and pulled his mouth away.
“No…no, no, no. Don’t stop.”
He ignored her plea, grabbed his gloves and stood up, taking her with him. Phoebe’s cheeks were flushed pink, her eyes dilated and as dark as the distant forest. He smoothed down her skirts, turned her around and brushed the snow off her backside, nearly groaning as he was unable to resist plumping her tempting derriere with his palm. “Do you know what you do to me?” he asked as he pulled her toward the sleigh.
“What?” she asked.
“You make me want to go for a sleigh ride.” He lifted her up into the sleigh, then grabbed the reins as he jumped into the red padded seat next to her.
With the flick of his wrists, they were gliding across the snow once more, their pace faster and more exhilarating. Then Phoebe lifted her skirts to her waist, swung her leg over his thighs and she was straddling him. Rubbing her quim back and forth against the placard of his falls and he thrust his hips toward her in a powerless surrender to desire. Their eyes met, anticipation racing through his veins, their passion palpable between them. Her need for him as great as his was for her.
“After we are married, I will purchase us a sleigh,” he whispered as he nuzzled her neck, her auburn hair draping them in a curtain of silken curls blowing in the wind.
She froze on top of him and pulled away from his kisses. “Married?”
She began to slide off his lap but he stilled her with one firm grip on her right thigh. “Damnation,” he cursed. “I had this all planned out, but then you went down on your knees and?—”
“This is my fault?” she asked.
“No! No, that’s not what I’m saying at all. This is my fault for losing control.” Years ago he had recognized Phoebe was his weakness. She would always have more control over his body than he did. If she wished, he would jump and it wasn’tbecause she was his employer. He’d refused numerous seduction attempts by client’s wives and lonely widows.
He slowed the horse to a trot and took a deep breath before continuing. “You are different than any other woman I’ve known. From the moment I met you so many years ago you have owned my heart and body.”
Her eyes widened in disbelief. “You haven’t been with another woman since we met?”
He shook his head. “I’m muddling this up. Yes, I’ve been with other women, but only because there was no hope for us. You were my employer and then you were with Nithesdale.”
“I was never with Nithesdale.”
“I know that now, but the way you two carried on, I thought… It doesn’t matter what I thought. I know it wasn’t true and I know why you pretended.”
“You do?”
“Yes. Nithesdale told me a few years ago. He said you were protecting him. Restoring his reputation as a man while helping with Iseabail.”
“I owed him.”
“We all owed him so very much,” he said quietly. The loss of the man they’d loved still stinging.
“Was he your father?”
It was his turn to be taken aback. “What would make you think that?”
“There are rumors he sired two bastards. I thought one of them might be you.”
“No,” he said, sadness tinging his voice. “He was the only father figure I’ve ever known, but Nithesdale only sired one bastard, and it was not me.”
“Who?” she asked, curiosity obviously getting the best of her.
“It’s not my story to tell. Only the child’s mother can answer that question.” When she started to speak, he put one finger onher lips and she sucked it into her mouth. It was one of the same fingers he had used to caress her inner walls and his cock twitched beneath her with the knowledge. Phoebe then began rubbing the soft round globes of her arse over the top of him and he nearly threw her from his lap to keep their conversation on track. Instead, he stilled her with one hand while still holding the reins in the other.
“Who’s being the demon now?” he asked.
