My Fake Rake

One of his hands cupped the back of her head, the other skimmed down to cup her arse and bring her snug to him. Through her wet clothing she felt the thick ridge of his arousal. Shamelessly, she arched into him so he pressed into the curve of her belly. A rumble sounded from deep in his chest.

Intoxicating pleasure rose within her at that sound, that she should take this learned, thoughtful man and drive him into a fever of need—for her.

Together, they moved, barely breaking the kiss to chart steps toward a pile of sweet-scented hay. In silent agreement, they lay down. He stretched out beside her, bracing himself on his elbow as he gazed down at her. The way he looked at her . . . as though she was the sum of all things that mattered . . . it was far more intoxicating than any wine.

Her breath came in hard, fast gulps. “Take off your shirt.”

Though his gaze was afire, a corner of his mouth turned up in a smile. “Pleased to oblige.” He sat up just enough to whisk the garment off.

“Oh.”

She couldn’t formulate more astute words. Sebastian’s bare torso defied all her imaginings. He was lean and sculpted, from the definition of his pectorals to the ridges of his flat abdomen. Lovely golden hair curled on his chest and trailed down him, where a line of hair vanished beneath the waistband of his breeches. She didn’t miss the thick shape straining against the front of those breeches, but she managed to tug her gaze up to admire the carved musculature of his arms, and then venture higher to see him watching her carefully.

“You’re beautiful, Sebastian.” She stroked her hand up his bare flesh—it twitched beneath her palm—to curve against his jaw. Stubble grazed her skin magnificently.

He exhaled and a shy smile touched his lips. “I’m glad you think so. Because I think you’re the loveliest person I’ve ever known.”

They kissed, a long, slow, voluptuous kiss that unfolded in velvet waves. Her breasts became tight and heavy, and heat gathered between her legs. His large hand covered her breast and glided back and forth over her stiff nipple. Sensation careened through her and she couldn’t stop her moan.

Pulling back slightly, he asked in a gentle voice, “Have you done this before?”

“Not with another person, no.” It didn’t feel strange or shameful to admit this, not to him.

“On your own?” His own breathing was jagged.

“Don’t you?”

The column of his throat worked as he swallowed. “Oh, yes.”

“I should like to see that.” The thought of Sebastian’s hand gripping his own cock, stroking himself to release as he grimaced with pleasure . . . her skin tingled and she slid deeper into the waters of desire.

“My God, Grace.” He growled his approval. Then, “You aren’t afraid? Of sex?”

“I do read quite a bit, you know.”

He chuckled lowly. “Never underestimate the abilities of a scholar.” He lowered his head and kissed her so thoroughly, all rational thought dissolved. He continued to palm and caress her breasts, making her writhe with pleasure.

She stroked him, too, discovering all the beautiful parts of him, learning his feel. He was satiny and tight, while the hair on his chest tickled/scratched her palm, and when she circled his nipple, she was rewarded with his sensual hiss.

The prickle of hay touched her skin as he gathered up her skirts. His hand was hot against her stocking-clad leg, and then she gasped as he found the bare flesh of her thigh.

“Yes?” he murmured.

“Do not stop.” A seductress’s voice had replaced her own, lower and more breathless than she’d ever heard it before.

Higher climbed his hand, and then he dipped into the opening of her drawers. She cried out as he delved between her folds and pleasure rocked her.

“Christ,” he rumbled. “You’re so wet.”

“I—” But she had no words. Not when he stroked her, up and down and in gorgeous circles at her entrance. His thumb found the nub of her clitoris, and she arched up with a moan as he lavished attention where she needed it most.

She reached out to palm his hard cock through the fabric of his breeches. He made a dark animal sound as his hips pushed into her touch. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted his naked flesh, and fumbled with the buttons securing his fall. He helped, tearing at the fastenings until the flap opened. Without hesitation, she wrapped her hand around his cock and the noise he made would delight her until the end of her days.