A Simple Case of Seduction

“Bloody hell,” he hissed between clenched teeth. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

For a woman who’d never shown a man her naked body, she was surprisingly calm.

“What about my stockings?”

“Leave them on.”

He settled between her thighs, the tongue that was just as skilled as the rest of him continued to tease her, to lick and suck the tiny bud. Lord, she could not wait to take this man into her body, to feel full, stretched tight.

“Undress for me,” she managed to say, though struggled to relinquish her grasp of his hair, to stop thrusting her hips up to meet his wicked mouth.

Daniel jumped up, fumbled with the buttons on his waistcoat, practically ripped the shirt as he yanked it over his head.

Her wide eyes feasted on the impressive breadth of his chest, on the bulging muscles in his arms. But then she noticed the wound. On his upper arm, the skin was red and swollen. The graze was oval in shape, a brighter red.

“You were lucky,” she said, a sudden sense of panic taking hold as she pointed to the inflamed area that was sure to leave a scar.

“Had I not been wearing such a thick coat, the damage would have been far worse.”

Swallowing deeply as his gaze travelled down the length of her body, he undid the buttons on his breeches. When his solid manhood sprang free, Daphne gulped. The muscles in her core pulsed in anticipation.

She shuffled a little closer to the end of the bed and beckoned him closer. The cool air breezed across her sensitive nipples just to add to her torment.

Stepping out of his breeches, he climbed onto the bed and settled on top of her aching body. Daphne wrapped her legs around him tight, determined to anchor him there for all eternity.

The feel of his warm skin against hers flamed her desire. With eager hands she caressed the hard planes on his back, arched and grasped his buttocks when he entered her in one long, fluid movement.

The deep groan resonating from the back of his throat was music to her ears. He kissed her, withdrew almost fully before pushing slowly back inside.

“Hmmm…” The soft sound of satisfaction left her lips as he buried himself deep. She could feel the coil inside tightening, pulling her towards her release. She liked it slow. Liked watching the satisfaction etched on his face when she sheathed his thick shaft and held him there.

“Lord knows what we’ll do once we’re back in London,” he said thrusting a little quicker, grinding his hips to rub against her intimate place.

“What … what do you mean?” Waves of pleasure rippled through her body.

“This needs to be … to be a regular occurrence,” he panted, pumping harder now. Trickles of sweat ran down his back. The bed creaked from the sudden urgency that drove them. “Damn it all, Daphne. Loving you makes life worth living.”

Loving her? Did he mean joining with her in bed?

Before her mind could dissect and probe his statement, he rubbed against her once more, and she exploded around him. Her legs shook as she panted for breath. Her whole body sang his tune.

“We’ll have to … have to do this again,” she said, as he filled her over and over. She gripped his buttocks to prolong the moment. “We can try other positions … purely … to satisfy our experiment.”

“Precisely.” The word was accompanied by a guttural groan. “Relax your grip. I need to withdraw.”

She had failed to conceive in the two years she’d been married to Thomas. Then again, intimate moments were rare and had always been beneath a mound of sheets and under the cover of darkness.

“Tell me you want me,” he said slowing his pace and holding the base of his shaft as he pulled himself free of her body.

“I have never wanted anything more.” It suddenly occurred to her that a man born on the wrong side of the blanket would not wish to repeat history. Daniel Thorpe would not want to father a child out of wedlock. In a moment of fancy, she pushed at his chest. “Sit up.”

“What?”

“Sit up.”

“Why?” He came up on his knees, and she did too. Without considering her lack of experience, she bent her

head and took the man she loved into her mouth. The sensation was oddly liberating. She felt in control as she mimicked the motion of their joining.