His hands roamed, squeezing her through her clothing. Even through her skirts she could feel his erection solid and real, promising her untold pleasures such as those she had experienced with him over the past few weeks.
“We should not,” she whispered. Yet she did not resist when his mouth lifted at one corner and he lowered his hand and pulled up her skirts, his fingers quickly working between her thighs to delve into the heat he found there.
“Lennox,” she breathed. The stroke of his fingers opening her up sent her spinning. She felt panic, and bliss. Pressing back against the cushions, she shook her head. “Please, don’t.”
Even as she said that she knew she was helpless. She could barely resist him, she was powerless under his hands, and now it seemed even worse than before because he had professed his affection for her, affection she reciprocated deeply.
Lennox laughed softly. “You pretend you can resist me, yet this—” he stroked his thumb over the seat of her pleasure, making her moan “—says something different.”
She cried out, her hands fisting.
Again he chuckled. “Even when your words deny me, your body tells me what it is you want. It has been that way since the beginning.”
He was so sure, just as he had always been.
“Of course I want you. I always have, for you have seduced me thoroughly. That is a task that you are very good at. It is the wisdom of our actions that I query, that and matters of the heart.”
“You will be able to consider our matters of the heart more honestly, while I reacquaint myself with you.” Again he stroked her sensitive folds.
Chloris writhed against the couch. “You are terrible! I need you there, inside me.”
His smile was triumphant. “A moment longer. Let me study you while I touch you, and then I will have to be inside you.”
“You are shameless.” She gave him a rueful glance.
He ducked to press a kiss in the cleft between her breasts, then thrust one finger inside her. “I am merely demonstrating how well we are matched.”
Chloris covered her mouth with her hand to stop herself from crying out. The hard intrusion felt too good, and her body clasped it, instinct taking over. Her hips bore down, and when they did his thumb rode over her swollen bud and released a tide of heat that bloomed within her.
He lifted his head and looked down at her, holding her gaze. His finger stroked in and out of her damp niche. Slowly, so slowly, he moved, coaxing her to enjoy. He circled his finger around her sensitive opening. “I want every ounce of you, Chloris.”
Her body was trembling, so intense was the connection. She saw what he meant now, about considering matters of the heart. When he had her this way, she could think of nothing else but how much she loved him, and that she wanted to be with him for all time. She clutched at him. “Please,” she whispered.
He pulled free the laces at his groin, freeing his manhood. It was hard against her and when she felt its size she shivered.
“I am needy for your most precious embrace,” he murmured.
She wrapped her fingers around his girth, testing him. He was solid, long and thick, and the skin was hot to the touch. She stroked her fingers down around the shaft, then cupped his sac, squeezing it gently in her hand.
He shot her a warning g
lance. “Tread carefully, my love.”
He spread her legs, arranging one over the side of the couch. The other he lifted along his flank, encouraging her to bend her knee. Slowly, he eased his length inside her, his hands cupping her bottom as he lifted her to arrange her and gain entry. Chloris moaned as he stretched her open, moving his cock deeper.
Then she was gloriously full and he held his position.
His breath was warm on her mouth and she breathed him in. His hair fell forward, enclosing them as he kissed her softly, the stubble on his jaw grazing her face. It was too good. Chloris wanted to stay locked that way forever.
But then he stroked the leg that pressed alongside his flank and shifted it, folding it high against his side as he ground his hips into hers, slow and deep, his teeth gritted, and she was soon close to spilling. They both were. She could see the muscles in his neck working, his eyelids lowered as he watched her reactions.
A trickle of her moisture slid free and ran down between them.
He smiled at her. “You are awash, my love.”
Chloris didn’t respond, but her cheeks flamed.
“And how you blush.”