The Libertine (Taskill Witches 2)

Then the pressure he applied met with a response—a pang of bliss melted her center, and she could not pull away. Instead she let him rest his hand there, overawed at the immense pleasure that point of contact gave her.

“There is a pleasurable way to alleviate this tension, I’m sure you know what it is.” His smile was wicked, but he kept massaging her in that place and her head dropped back, tears dampening her cheeks.

He was going to make love to her, and she wanted him to. Needed it, badly. Never before had she felt this way. “I do not wish to be unfaithful to my husband.”

“I would not invade your husband’s territory, not unless you requested I do so.” There was a level of gentle sarcasm in his voice that she could not fail to notice, despite the state she was in. “I would not take a woman, married or otherwise, unless she was determined to be mounted and begged for it.”

Chloris was so close to doing that very thing, but the fact he’d said it astonished her.

“You are shocked that one such as I has a code of honor?” Humor danced through his eyes.

Chloris was entranced. Every time she thought she gained an understanding of his motives he surprised her anew. His eyelids were half-lowered, but that did not shade the vital spark in his vivid blue eyes. The dark of his lashes seemed only to emphasize the fire she saw there. Could she trust his words? Everything he said seemed to contradict his actions—actions that had put her in such a state of stimulation that she was ready to beg him in the very manner he had suggested.

Again he kneaded her mound in the cup of his hand. “I am merely suggesting a little light relief.”

The bulky layers of fabric did nothing to protect her. Her emotions were adrift in a haze of pleasure, the weight of his hand there making ripples spread through her loins. What would it feel like if she were naked? A fresh wave of heat covered her skin as the thought flitted through her mind.

“I will take your silence as agreement.” Lifting her skirts he pushed them to her waist and covered her bare mons with his warm palm.

Chloris was about to disagree when his finger moved into her hot folds and stroked. Stroked again. Back and forth, sliding easily against her swollen nub because of her copious juices. It felt so good. Chloris half sat, wrapping her arms around his neck, working her body against his hard fingers as they plied her open.

She was already close to spilling.

Then he eased a finger inside her. “Oh, yes, this is what you needed.”

Chloris flashed him a warning glance, and then he pushed deeper and rested his thumb against her nub. Her head went back, and when the release came she rocked her hips and moaned, long and loud.

Lennox kissed her exposed throat, and when her thoughts finally ordered themselves, she pulled away, rolling onto her side and facing away from him, embarrassment swamping her. And still she craved more—craved him. Even though she had come undone, the tension was building again.

“What ails you, mistress? Have I not brought you relief?” He lowered his head to kiss her shoulder, encouraging her to be open to him.

“Yes, but apparently I have grown ever more needful in its wake.” She tugged her skirts down over her legs.

“Don’t hide yourself, you are beautiful.” He lay alongside her back, molding his frame to hers.

“Please, I cannot bear this. I am mortified by my own lusts.”

“It was not meant to shame you, I would never do that.”

She glanced back at him.

“But now that I have seen you like this...” His eyes darkened. “I think it becomes you, and it rouses me immensely.” He bent to kiss the side of her face.

Why did that arouse her again? Her body responded to his words as if they were invitations to more pleasure.

When she glanced back, Lennox was looking at her with hungry eyes and she could feel his erection against her behind. He was ready. It made her weak with lust.

“You are making it worse.” Her voice faltered.

“Perhaps, but I know I can make you enjoy it.”

“I don’t doubt that, you are a master seducer.” Chloris pursed her lips. She had not meant it to sound like a compliment. Meanwhile, her traitorous body responded to him eagerly. She was a married woman. What was happening to her? She had lost all sense of reason.

Lennox laughed softly, his fingers brushing languorously over her bodice above her nipples. She wriggled and attempted to roll farther away, but found herself hampered. Lennox sighed and ran his hand over the surface of her bodice, down around the outside of one breast, slowly cupping it through her clothing.

He bent to rasp his tongue over her earlobe, where it set alight a wild flickering flame. She couldn’t voice the objections that ran through her thoughts, because her body wouldn’t allow it. With Lennox toying with her—his large male body pressing so determinedly against hers, his mouth brushing over her skin—she was speechless, helpless, a victim of her own desire.

Pressing close against her back, he stroked his hand under her skirt again, pushing it up. “You are ready to have a man inside you.”