“Will you please stop looking at me that way?” she demanded in exasperation.
“What way?”
“As if you want to undress me.”
“But I do want to undress you, darling.” His smile was roguish, sensual. “Can I help it if I lust after you? That muslin gown of yours is hiding few of your charms at the moment.”
She glanced down at herself to see that her nipples were showing even through the wet bodice of her gown and undergarments. Feeling color warming her cheeks, Lily dragged up the carriage blanket to cover her bosom, shielding her breasts from his avid gaze.
Heath gave a pained sigh. “If you won’t oblige me, I suppose I can make do with fantasizing.”
Lily regarded him suspiciously, wondering what he would do next. She didn’t trust the devils dancing in his eyes.
She was right not to trust him, she realized the next moment, for he reached down and unbuttoned the front placket of his pantaloons. Lily’s breath faltered altogether when he opened his drawers and freed his rampant male member to her shocked gaze.
“Have I robbed you of the power of speech? Fancy that.”
Lily swallowed. “You are utterly wicked,” she said hoarsely.
“I can be. You will find I am a very physical man.”
Her eyes widened as he cradled the rigid shaft in his palm. He was greatly aroused, judging from the way it jutted out, thick and long and swollen.
She had never seen a man’s naked loins before, except for those on marble statues. And Heath was far larger and more virile than any statue. Fascinated, her gaze riveted, Lily stared as he lightly stroked his tumescence.
“I would much rather you be doing this to me.”
When she remained speechless, he bent down and, much to her startlement, reached beneath the blanket to take hold of her left ankle and peel off her stocking. Lifting her foot onto his lap, he lightly massaged the sole, warming it, then drew it closer to contact his naked flesh.
She sat enthralled, unable to look away. The hot, granite thickness of his manhood felt strangely erotic against her bare foot.
“Lily,” he called softly. “Come and sit beside me.”
She lifted her gaze to his, instinctively understanding what he was asking of her. “You want me to…caress you?”
“Very much.” His smile tantalized, his eyes seduced. “You know how pleasurable it feels when I arouse you, so you can imagine how pleasurable it can be for me when you arouse me.”
Her heart began to pound, but she didn’t have the willpower to deny his scandalous request. Drawn by the wicked gleam in his alluring hazel eyes, she rose and resumed her seat next to him, the blanket completely forgotten as it slipped to the coach floor.
Without waiting, Heath guided her palm to his naked loins. Lily inhaled a sharp breath as her fingers closed around his hardness, feeling the life of him pulse and leap at her touch.
Tension spiraled within her, but Heath merely leaned casually back against his seat. Keeping a light grasp of her hand, he coaxed her to fondle him, letting her cup the heavy sacs beneath his arousal, tracing the blunt, velvety head, until finally he curled her hand around his turgid length. Demonstrating how to give him pleasure, he began moving her hand slowly up and down, stroking.
A shameful thrill raced through Lily, kindling her senses, igniting a fluid rise of heat inside her. She was inflamed by the feel of him, by the lazy passion glowing in his eyes.
“Harder, love. You won’t hurt me.” His voice sounded slightly breathless as he increased the pace of their strokes.
Shortly his face became taut, the skin flushed, while his eyes shimmered with a hot, primal haze of desire.
His jaw locked as their fingers kneaded harder, sweeping up and down in short, rough motions. His breath was harsh and uneven by now, his fingers clenching around hers. But the moment before his climax, he released her hand and cupped his own around the head of his shaft.
Clenching his teeth, he shut his eyes as his pulsing seed spurted into his palm. The resultant explosion made his hips arch convulsively.
Lily watched wide-eyed as Heath shuddered and went still.
Finally opening his eyes, he smiled at her. “Our private trysts could well become the delight of my life,” he said huskily.
Unable to respond, she simply sat there, her lips parted, her own breath shallow, reduced to speechless, quivering pudding.