“Make you wait?” he sighed. “You wouldn’t believe how long I’ve waited for this moment.” He withdrew his fingers, and a groan left her lips. With his strong arm he anchored her to his body while he leant forward and drew both blinds. “Now, where were we?”
The urge to taste him was upon her again, and she devoured his mouth, sucked his tongue, licked his earlobe. Heaven help her. Never had she wanted anything as much as she wanted him. Had her luggage been accessible, she would have torn her dress to shreds so that he could run his hands over her bare skin.
“Touch me,” she said, though it didn’t sound at all like her voice. “Claim me.”
“Please tell me you just said that, and it wasn’t my rampant imagination.” He fumbled with the buttons on his breeches, his solid manhood bursting free.
Good Lord! She’d always known he was a big man, but …
“Oh, this is real,” she said, recovering from the shock. “Like I said, touch me and see.”
She didn’t need to ask a second time.
He cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over the nipple aching beneath the material. “Next time, I intend to worship your naked body for hours.”
“Mmm … then let us hope that is sooner rather than later.” Feeling far bolder than any other time she could remember, she reached down and wrapped her fingers around his impressive shaft.
It was his turn to groan and jerk his hips as she pleasured him until he covered her hand. “Stop, else this will be over too quickly.”
Shuffling forward and raising herself up on her knees, Daphne positioned him at her entrance. “Then join with me,” she whispered. Every nerve in her body tingled at the prospect. She lowered herself down slowly, took every hard, thick inch and sheathed him fully.
The sound of their laboured breathing filled the carriage. Their gazes locked. His dark eyes were warm, brimming with desire. His large hands edged under her skirt, gripped her bare buttocks and held her there.
“Love, you feel so good,” he hissed through gritted teeth.
Just those few words caused the muscles in her core to pulse around him. When he moved … well … the coil in her tummy wound tighter and tighter as each slow, delicious slide became vigorous thrusts.
Daphne clutched his shoulders, writhed in his lap and rode him hard.
“Damn,” he complained as he struggled to touch her and thrust inside her at the same time. “I’d give everything I own for a blasted bed right now.”
“I can turn around.”
“No. I want to watch you.”
Daphne leant back, allowing him easier access to the place throbbing for his touch. “Then we shall just … just have to work harder.”
Daniel’s fingers found her sweet spot. A few expert strokes, coupled with the movement of him filling her full, brought her to the point of release.
“Oh, Daniel,” she cried as her muscles tightened and she drew him deeper inside. “Say we’ll do this again.”
“Give me a minute and I’m game.” He thrust twice, withdrew and finished the job with his hand. “Forgive me,” he panted. “Had I known you were going to ravish me, I would have been prepared.”
Daphne was still riding high on a wave of euphoria to understand his meaning. As her breathing settled, she looked down at his handsome face. The grin stretching from ear to ear was the most marvellous thing she’d ever witnessed.
Exposed, and needing the use of his handkerchief, the moment should have been awkward, embarrassing, but it felt as natural as taking a breath.
She reached down and grabbed the blue cotton square lying on the seat. “Here, take this. You have more need of it than I.”
“Had we the luxury of a private bedchamber,” he began, taking the cloth and gesturing for her to look away, “we might have been more adventurous.”
With interest, she watched him go about his ministrations. The dusky pink head of his manhood glistened in the dark confines of the carriage. “Would you like some assistance?” She’d never taken a man into her mouth. The idea had never appealed to her until now.
“Another time,” he said with a chuckle. “Perhaps tonight.”
“Well, our experiment certainly proved effective. It’s fair to say that passion in a carriage leads to moments of madness.”
“I’d spend a month in Bedlam for another chance to bury myself inside you.” He stared at her mouth and moistened his lips. “Next, we should test the theory that the power of one’s release