The Mysterious Miss Flint (Lost Ladies of London 1)

As those talented fingers stroked back and forth, she was soon lost in the blissful sensations. All thoughts of decorum upped and left. Any attempt to suppress the whimpers became an impossible task.

“Let it out, love. There’s no one to hear you but me.”

One finger entered her, and then two.

She gripped the lapels of his coat. “Oliver,” she panted. Her breasts were full and heavy, and she arched her back, desperate to ease the ache in her core. “Good Lord.”

“Oh, you can do better than that. Tell me what you’re feeling. Say it aloud.”

“I … I can’t.”

His fingers pushed deeper while his thumb rubbed her sensitive sex. “Say it.”

Nicole gulped. “Bloody hell.”

A chuckle left his lips, and his hand stilled.

“Don’t stop,” she panted arching her back by way of encouragement. Oh, she sounded every bit a mistress.

“I don’t intend to.” He claimed her mouth, his tongue mimicking the rhythmical glide of his fingers. Her vision blurred as she was pulled along on this wonderful journey. “But you will tell me what you need.”

Her mind was too fractured to converse. “I … I need you.”

“And where do you want me, Nicole?” He broke free to rain kisses over the exposed curve of her breast. Even through the fabric of her dress and undergarments her nipple hardened to a peak at the mere brush of his thumb. “Say it.”

Carried on waves of pleasure, she blurted, “I want … I want you deep inside.”

A growl of a curse burst from his lips. “And when do you want me, Nicole?”

The seductive lilt of his voice sent shivers to her toes. “I want you here, now. But … but we’re in a carriage.” She was exposed, vulnerable, completely at his mercy. Yet she had never felt so safe, so treasured.

“A decent man would wait for a comfortable bed. But when it comes to loving you, I’m no gentleman.” He withdrew his fingers, and she groaned. “Have no fear, love, I’ll soon have you panting again.” Nic

ole watched as he fumbled with his breeches. “This will work better if we swap places. Sit astride me.”

They groped about clumsily until he was sitting back in the seat.

Nicole gathered her dress up to her waist, relished his low hum of appreciation as his heated gaze drifted over her stockings.

“Come here.” His lusty growl sent her heart drumming in her chest, and she almost expired when he unbuttoned the placket of his breeches and took hold of his engorged manhood. The tip glistened and the muscles in her core pulsed in anticipation.

“Are you confident this will work?” Nerves pushed to the fore.

“It will work perfectly.” Hot hands skimmed her thighs, settled on the bare buttocks and pulled her close.

She straddled him, came up on her knees as those magical fingers slid between the folds of her sex. Good Lord. One touch and she burned for him.

“Free your breasts,” he said staring at the neckline of her gown while still pleasuring her.

“I … I can’t. The stays are too tight.”

“Then allow me.” Squeezing his fingers down into the bodice, he pushed against her bare skin until one breast tumbled out of her gown, and then repeated the manoeuvre. “Good God, Nicole. You’re so beautiful.”

He cupped the soft flesh in his palms, circled her nipples with his thumbs as he held her gaze.

Overwhelmed by a sudden rush of emotion that had nothing to do with lust, she lowered her head and brushed her lips slowly across his. As always, it did not take long for the flames of passion to ignite, and soon she was writhing in his lap.

“No other woman has ever made me feel the way you do. Before we continue, I need to know this is what you truly want. That you choose desire. That you choose me.”