Harvest Moon (Borrowed Brides 2)

“Too much, apparently,” David remarked. “Skip to the good part. What’s this about all night long?”

“You said whisky made you want to take a woman in your arms and make love to her all night long.”

“I said that?” David couldn’t believe it. “To you?”

“Yes. To me.” Tessa frowned again, wiggling in his arms. “Who else?”

David tightened his arms around her. “Nobody else.” He pressed his lips against her shining hair.

“David?” Tessa squirmed against him, demanding his attention. “Are you going to make love to me or not?”

“I’m not.” David looked down at her and saw the darkening of her blue eyes. “I’m not going to make love to you, contessa.”

Tessa opened her mouth.

David covered it with his own, answering the question he read in her eyes, kissing her until they were both gasping for breath. “I think,” he teased, “that we’ll enjoy it a hell of a lot more if we make love to each other.”

“All night long?”

“What’s left of it, anyway.” David slid off the desk. “Grab the lamp,” he instructed.

Tessa reached up, found the cord of the overhead lamp and pulled it down on a level with his face. David blew the flame out.

“Now,” he whispered, “we can get down to business without giving the rest of the town a show.” He gently lowered Tessa onto the shiny wooden desk top, then moved to stand in front of her.

“What are you doing?” Tessa felt his fingers at the pearl buttons of her chemise.

“I thought

we’d start in here,” David answered, unbuttoning the garment to her waist, “and work our way to the bedrooms.”

“Can we do that?” Tessa sucked in her breath as David raked the tip of her nipple with his thumb.

“Why not?” He caressed the other breast. “We’ve got the place to ourselves.” His voice grew huskier. “And we’ve got all night.”

* * *

“David?” Tessa lay sprawled across the top of the desk, her chemise gone, her long legs draped over his shoulders. She couldn’t see his face in the darkness, but she felt his lips on her, felt the cool leather back of his chair against the soles of her feet, heard the creak of its wheels as he shifted his weight.

“I’m here, Tessa my sweet.” His warm breath tickled the hair of her mound. Strands of his thick black hair brushed her inner thigh.

“What are you doing?”

He heard the wariness in her voice and reassured her. “I’m kissing you.”

“Not there.” She felt him nuzzle her.

“Yes, here,” he said. “I’m going to kiss you everywhere.”

“Can you do that?”

Tessa felt rather than saw his sensual grin. “I can if you let me.”

She decided to let him.

Tessa gasped when he kissed her. She squirmed beneath him as he used his mouth to give her the most extraordinary pleasure. She alternately pleaded with him to stop the wonderful torture, and demanded he never stop—until the unbearable tension ended suddenly in a wave of exquisite pleasure that washed over her. Tessa arched her back. She called his name without knowing she did it. David stood up to hold her. Tessa wrapped her arms around his waist as she clung to him, pressing tiny kisses on his warm flesh and shivering with reaction.

She continued to shiver long after the spasms left her limp and pleasantly sated.