The Cursed Countess (The Daring Drake Sisters 1)

And what the devil would he do if she were with child because of his foolish actions tonight?

“I shall make certain to withdraw the next time,” he finally commented.

“Who said there would be a next time?” she said softly as her fingers slipped through the hairs on his chest. She skimmed her fingernails down until she reached his growing shaft. Circling her hand around him, she caressed him until he thought he might explode.

“I think there will be a next time,” he said, rolling on top of her and then staring down at her. “And a next...and a next.”

“Oh? And when would that be?”

He nuzzled the side of her neck. “Soon,” he whispered. “But first I am going to kiss every inch of your body until you beg for a next time.”

She laughed softly as his tongue caressed her earlobe. “Then I get a chance to make you beg.”

“Yes, please.” His lips moved across her face until he reached her lips. “No more talking.”

Before she could respond, he kissed her softly, enjoying the soft sigh as she opened her mouth to him. As she responded to his kiss, he deepened it, savoring the taste of her and the sensation of her under his body.

Desire thrummed through his veins as he kissed down her neck to her beautiful breasts. He lifted up onto his elbows and stared down at them for a long moment. Larger and fuller than he’d expected for such a small woman, the soft mound overflowed his hand as he cupped one. Feeling her nipple tightening against his palm, he moved his hand and circled his tongue around her areola until she moaned softly. He smiled when he heard the frustration in her moan and then he flicked her nipple with his tongue.

“Jack,” she moaned.

He slipped a nipple fully in his mouth and suckled until her hips wiggled under him with pent up desire. Her pelvis moving against his hard shaft made him want to forget his promise to kiss every inch of her body and just plunge deep inside her instead. Moving over to her other beautiful pink nipple, he proceeded to give it his undivided attention.

“Jack, please,” she groaned. “You are driving me mad with desire.”

“Good,” he said as he lifted his mouth off her breast. “Because I am far from done.”

“Please,” she begged prettily.

“No.” Instead of taking advantage of her pleas, he kissed his way down her stomach until he reached her thighs. Lifting one leg, he trailed kisses down her thigh. He flicked his tongue against the back of her knee until she moaned again.

“Damn you, Jack. I want you now.”

“I realize that and you will want me even more in a few minutes.” He traced the path back up her leg until he found her folds. A quick flick of his tongue made her jump.

“What are you doing?”

“Surely one of your husbands must have done this with you.” He found that little nub of pleasure and brought it into his mouth, lightly biting down until she almost flew off the bed.

“Jack!”

“Hush, or your servants will hear you. Relax and enjoy this, I know I will.” He moved his mouth over her sensitive nub and suckled, flicked, and rubbed until she was writhing with desire. Slipping a finger into her wetness was almost his undoing, she was so moist and ready for him again, and all he wanted to do was douse this rising flame inside him.

Her moans turned to little mewing sounds until he felt her muscles spasm around his finger and her whole body writhed with pleasure. She was absolutely the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen engulfed in passion. She held nothing back.

“Jack,” she panted. “I want you back inside me.”

“I shall get there.” As her body settled down, he moved his mouth over her folds again. This time as her passion flared, he raised himself up and plunged into her just as she tightened around him. He had to stay in control. He couldn’t lose it as he’d done earlier. But the sensation of her inner muscles twitching against him was almost too much for him to control. He’d hoped she could come one more time but now the only thing he could think of was his own release. He thrust a few times into her before pulling out and spilling on her stomach.

“Damn,” he whispered. He let his head rest on her chest for a few minutes as they both slowly came back to reality. He grabbed a handkerchief from the nightstand and wiped her clean before doing the same to himself. Then he pulled her close and let his head drop to hers. The uncontrolled passion was gone, replaced by something deeper that alarmed him. He couldn’t become too involved with her when he still didn’t know if she was a murderess. He had to ke

ep a sense of distance until he proved her guilt or innocence.

He forced himself not to be drawn into the warmth of her body and fall asleep. Once she dozed, he could search her room for any evidence of poisons or even books on poisons. Hearing her even breathing, he slipped out of bed and dressed.

He searched her nightstand but found nothing except a few handkerchiefs and a small journal. He scanned the pages quickly and discovered nothing of consequence. Spying a book on the chair by the fireplace, he picked the leather-bound volume. He wondered if Mrs. Wollstonecraft’s book was the same one the duke has been speaking of loaning Tessa. Somehow, he doubted that the duke would want a woman to read about the rights of women.

A small cherry writing desk stood in the corner of the room so he walked over to investigate it. Again, no notes regarding poisons and nothing even referring to her feelings about her husbands. Damnation. He needed a lead to get this case settled.