Page 42 of Wagering for Miss Blake (Lords and Ladies in Love 4)

“I want to touch you, too.”

He shook his head. “I don’t think that is a good idea.” Despite his words, his grip on her hand lessened, and she took that as permission.

She unbuttoned the flap and wrapped her hand around his shaft. He was hard as steel, covered with soft skin. He throbbed in her hand, and her thumb felt a drop of liquid from the tip that she smoothed over the spongy skin.

Giles groaned again and covered her mouth with his, shaping her lips, nudging them with his tongue until she granted him access. His kiss was searing, powerful, her lungs weak and fighting for breath.

He pulled back, leaving her bereft, and scattered kisses over her chin, neck, and near her ear. “You don’t know what you’re doing.” His whispered words had an urgency to them, but she sensed a token attempt to thwart her actions.

“Then you will have to show me.” She pushed her core against his fingers, squeezing his swollen shaft at the same time.

“Sweetheart, I’m trying very hard to be a gentleman, but you are killing me.” He continued to play at her entrance, stroking, smoothing, the moistness growing as his skilled fingers blocked out everything except the sound of their panting and an elusive something she strived for. Her breathing became erratic, and she felt as though she was climbing a very steep hill, the top out of her reach. “Then don’t be a gentleman.” The words barely made it past her lips. She continued to thrash about on his lap, tensing her muscles, pushing against his hand.

“Relax, my love. Let go.”

“I don’t understand.” She tossed her head back and forth, gripping his hair, fisting her fingers in the silky locks. “I’m feeling rather strange.”

“Shh.” He spoke against her lips. “Just relax, let me do the work.”

She stroked his manhood as a wave of rapture she’d never felt before began where his fingers worked so diligently and traveled up her body in waves. Before she could scream with the pleasure of it, he covered her mouth with his, silencing her.

The throbbing slowed, then stopped, and she slumped against him, feeling as though she could sleep right there in his lap, in the garden.

He brushed her hair from her face. She looked up at him, her hand still caressing his shaft. “What about you?”

“No. We cannot go any further.” He shifted to tuck himself back into his pants, and she held on tight. “No. I want it all.”

“Sweetheart, you have no idea what you’re asking for.” He kissed her forehead.

“Yes, I do. I might be an innocent, but I am not ignorant. I want everything.”

She nuzzled the strands of curly hair at the top of his chest. Since her mother was determined she would marry a man with a title, shouldn’t she have at least one encounter with the man she’d fallen in love with? She would think of some reason to explain to that unknown future husband why her virginity was missing. Right now she cared not.

“Show me what to do.” She rubbed the tip of his manhood against her core. With a groan of male satisfaction, he replaced her hand with his, but did not move.

“Now what?”

“Are you sure about this, my love?” His eyes were closed, and he looked to be almost in pain.

“Yes. I am very sure.” She would worry about tomorrow when tomorrow came.

Slowly, he eased inside her, the strange feeling of fullness rather nice. “This will hurt for a moment.”

Her head rested on his chest, her arms wrapped around his body. The sound of his breathing and the pounding of his heart against her ear enveloped her, blocking out every other sound, sight, and smell.

He continued on, eventually stopping. He cupped her face and took her mouth in a possessive kiss just as his hips thrust forward and she felt a pinch. His kiss swallowed her squeak.

Giles leaned back and brushed the damp hair from her forehead. “Are you well?”

“Yes.” She grinned now that the sharp pain had ended. “Quite well.”

His strong hands gripped her hips. “In this position, you must do the work.”

“How?”

He lifted her up, and back down. “Like that. Balance yourself on your knees.”

She remembered this position from the book she and Patience had seen. Within a few moments, she had established a pattern that seemed to make Giles happy.