Page 46 of Reckless Desire

She did, but how did a lady admit such a thing?

His finger dipped between her innermost part and she froze when the finger slid inside her.

He broke the kiss and pressed his mouth close to her ear. “Easy, love. Relax.”

He began to thrust inside her. Kenna startled at the tickle of pleasure that rippled through her. Oh, he was evil. He nibbled her ear. She couldn’t decide whether or not to concentrate on the ear nibbling or the…other thing. He ringed her ear with his tongue. Shameful as it was, Kenna couldn’t stop from rocking against his hand. She couldn’t believe the glorious feeling. Pleasure—strong, intense—shot through her. She seized his shoulders and cried out. Spots raced across her vision.

He arched off of her and quickly loosened his falls, then pushed her dress up to her waist. Cool air washed over her stomach, then he lay between her legs, an inferno of heat. She was vaguely aware of the hard length laying on her mons before he reached between them and fitted himself to her opening. Before she could decide how she felt about the way he stretched her, he thrust, filling her.

She froze. She knew the male had to move when in this position, but he remained motionless. Was the mating process different with humans than with animals?

“Did I hurt you?” he asked.

“Nae,” she whispered. Why would he hurt her?

He pulled back, then thrust slowly into her. Kenna looked into his face, surprised at the way his face appeared to be chiseled in granite. He pulled back, then thrust again. A ripple of pleasure radiated from their joining. He began to thrust faster. He kissed her. This time, she sucked his tongue into her mouth.

He drove deeper. She wondered if he’d touched her soul, but knew he had in more ways than one. Kenna wrapped her arms around his back and lifted to meet his thrusts. She tangled her tongue with his. He groaned, then plunged into her one more time and froze for several seconds. Kenna realized he’d found pleasure just as she had, and a wonderful sense of contentment flooded her. If this is what happily married women never spoke of, she wanted more.

He pulled back and slowly slid in and out half a dozen times, then collapsed on top of her. His heart beat as wildly as hers. She could lay like this all night.

The door creaked. Kenna stiffened. Bryson’s head jerked up. He gave her a warning look, then pulled out of her and yanked her skirt down over her thighs. She glimpsed his male part, still protruding from his falls. He would never be able to right himself without the intruder knowing what he did.

He twisted and pressed against her in the instant before a head appeared above the back of the couch.

Christine Stanton.

Kenna’s heart stuttered.

“Good evening, ladies,” he said.

Ladies?

Mrs. Stanton’s eyes widened. “G-Good evening.”

“If you do not mind, Miss Ramsay and I would like a moment alone,” Lord Newhall said.

“I knew it,” Brenda cried.

Kenna buried her head in Lord Newhall’s coat.

“There, see, it is her!” Christine cried. “And her dress is—oh my, it’s a mess. And his—his breeches—”

Kenna couldn’t look.

Lord Newhall shifted. “Well, hello, Stirling. Good to see you.”

Sir Stirling? This was simply too much.

“Would you mind seeing these ladies out of the room?” Lord Newhall asked. “Lady Chastity. You are looking well.”

Kenna’s face heated. She couldn’t face Sir Stirling—and certainly not Lady Chastity. Oh, what would her aunt say?

“Mrs. Stanton, ladies, will you go with Lady Chastity, please?” Sir Stirling said.

“But he is with Miss Ramsay,” Brenda said. “And her clothes are askew.”

“His, too,” Christine said.