Every Time We Kiss

She closed her eyes as pleasure radiated through her body, spiraling upward out of control. “Matthew,” she moaned as his tongue danced through her folds.

Higher her desire flew until she reached the top. Quivering, she called out his name as she shook with pleasure. This was where she wanted to be forever with him.

“Come here,” he said dragging her up to him. He moved to a sitting position and placed her in front of him. Slowly, he drew her down onto his shaft.

Matthew clenched his muscles as her wetness closed around him. He’d never been with a woman who excited him as she did. And after having her, he never wanted another. Once she’d fully enveloped him, he lifted her hips slowly until he heard her moan again.

He wanted to make this wonderful for her to make up for their first time. “Are you still sore?”

“Only a little,” she replied in a breathy tone.

“Just like that, Jennette.”

Slowly, she caught the rhythm and moved over him, sliding him deeper into an abyss of pleasure like none he’d ever experienced. Feeling her tighten against him and hearing her moans, he clasped her hips and took over. Just as she reached her climax, he released the tight grip he’d had on his control. He brought her down on him one last time as she clenched against his erection. Spilling himself into her, he groaned with the most incredible pleasure.

As they moved back to lie on the bed, the sound of the attic door locking echoed through the room.

Chapter 17

“What was that?” Jennette remained motionless on the bed, afraid to make any noise.

He blew out a breath. “I believe we’ve been locked in.”

She sat up, pulling the old coverlet over her nudity. “We’re what?”

“Give me a moment and I’ll go check.”

He pushed off the bed and dragged his breeches over his legs. After he reached the bottom step, she heard him turn the knob and then swear. He walked back up, shaking his head.

“Someone locked us in.”

“Who would do such a thing?”

He sat back on the bed and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Hmm, Robert, Annie, Lady Aston—”

“You?” she asked bitterly.

“It wasn’t me. If I couldn’t compromise you last night, do you honestly believe I would today?”

She shrugged lightly. “I really don’t know any more.”

“I did not even know you were here until I walked inside,” he replied, pacing the room.

“Why would Lady Aston do this?”

“She might have believed you were the one having an affair with her husband. Or perhaps she might have discovered we were here and thought to trap you with me, thus ruining you.”

She covered her face with her hands. “Of course she did. The woman wanted to marry Banning but my mother intervened and Lady Aston ended up wedded to Aston. It’s not me she’s trying to punish but my mother.”

Tears slid down her cheeks. The idea of being forced into either a scandal or marriage only made her angry. This was her life. Why couldn’t people just leave her be?

Strong arms brought her against a hard chest. Without thought, she wrapped her arms around the man who could end up as her husband. But she couldn’t let that happen. She had ruined his life once; she would never do it again.

If only things were different. She wanted to be the one to help him through the mess his father left him. Her money would allow him to get his estate in order and keep his tenants from being evicted in the cold winter. But mostly, she could build a life with him. At some point, he might even fall in love with her.

She stilled with the thought of loving him. Did she love him? An attraction to him was one thing but love was something completely different. Yet, having his arms around her felt right.

“It will be all right, Jennette,” he murmured softly.