Page 39 of A Rogue to Forget

“I miss you when I do not see you. I think about you daily. It is how I have concluded that I am in love with you, Hannah Kerr.” Henry lifted her face and searched her eyes. “I cannot imagine not seeing you every single day.”

“We both know it can never be between us.”

Henry pressed his lips to hers. “You feel as strongly. I know you do.” He whispered against her mouth, his breath fanning over hers.

What did it matter what she felt? The truth of the matter was they could never be. Even if he decided not to marry the woman in question. His family ties meant he had to be careful who he did marry.

“I cannot allow this,” Hannah replied, although relenting and melting against him as the familiar sense of Henry filled her. There would never be another man who would make her feel like him. Someone who would send her reeling, overwhelming every bit of her being.

Knowing it would in all probability be the last time she’d ever see him, Hannah reached for his face, cupping his jaw with her palm. “Why does it have to be so difficult to let you go? But I must. I absolutely must, or I will go mad if you continue to come here.”

His mouth crashed against hers and her hand slipped from his jaw to around his neck. The kiss became passionate. The feel of his body against her engulfing hers with a heat like none she’d ever felt before.

Hannah raked her fingers through Henry’s hair, reveling in the softness. When his tongue pressed against the seam of her lips, she parted eagerly. Once in her mouth, he traced the roof of her mouth and she shivered from the sensations that traveled down her spine.

When the pads of his fingers on the side of her throat traced a circular pattern, the caress was much too exquisite to push his hand away. Instead, she leaned her head to the left, relinquishing more.

Henry broke the kiss but kept his lips on hers, then trailed ever so slowly to her jawline, pressing softly against the now overly sensitive skin.

She clung to him with desperation, not wanting him to ever stop, but instead for time to stand still and allow this moment to last forever.

It was as if his lips were fevered, the heat emanating as he continued the combination of caresses and kisses. To her jaw, then up to just below the ear where he lingered, his tongue darting out to taste.

Hannah gasped when his mouth pressed against the side of her neck, the ground shifting under her feet. “Oh.” It was the only word that escaped because any others would break the spell.

By the time his lips trailed to her shoulder, Hannah was trembling, barely able to keep tears at bay. At the same time, heat filled her, pooling in the most private part of her. She could not ask that he stop. Instead, she fought not to beg he continue. Something had to quench the fire inside.

“Trust me,” Henry said and lowered before her. “Shh.”

“What are you doing?” Hannah fought to keep from collapsing onto the ground and begging that he do something to stop the blaze that burned so hot.

He looked up at her and rose again, only he trailed his hand up her leg, lifting the skirt of her dress.

“Oh,” she gasped. Once again, he took her mouth. Was it possible he knew? Understood what was happening to her body, the absolute need that raged. The fire that burned so hot it threatened to engulf her completely.

“I will take care of you. I promise.” His darkened eyes met hers for a moment, his hand resting on her upper leg. “Close your eyes.”

Hannah gripped his shoulders and obeyed. Once again, his mouth covered hers, and she enjoyed the kiss, but couldn’t keep from concentrating on the fact that his hand touched her leg.

When Henry deepened the kiss, she gave in, but only for a moment because in the next instant, his fingers slipped between the folds of her sex.

“Ah!”

Thankfully, his mouth covered hers because what he did next sent her reeling.

With nimble moves, he circled the nub at the center of her sex, his mouth still covering hers, sending tendrils of what she could only describe as liquid fire down her legs. Each movement of his fingers was like adding flames to the already blazing heat and she could only cling to him, on the verge of begging that he never stop.

Unable to keep from it, she pushed into this hand, too lost to consider her actions.

“Please,” she managed to whisper against his lips.

“Shh,” Henry said and then did the simplest of things. With rapid movements, he glided the tip of his finger over a single spot over and over.

It was as if a dam burst and Hannah lost all control. Her body splintered into fragments time and time again until she dissolved into a heap of nothing but flesh.

Unless held up by him, she was sure to have fallen to the ground. Hannah pressed her face into his shoulder as she fought to regain control.

“What have you done?” she managed to say. “Have you spoiled me?”