Sinfully Yours (Hellions of High Street 2)

Devlin teased his tongue round and round—the tip of flesh felt on fire. Just when she was sure she couldn’t bear it a moment longer, he released her.

Only to shift his caress.

He was right—there were no words for this.

She must have cried out for Devlin lifted his head and suddenly his lips were on hers. “Hush, sweeting,” he whispered, his voice a little ragged.

Anna clung to his shoulders, feeling weak in the knees. Her whole body was feeling strange, as if all her bones were melting to mush. “But I need…”

“I know what you need.” He began hiking her skirts up. “And damn me for a scoundrel, but I need it too.”

The ridge of his arousal was pressing hard against her belly. Easing a hand down and between their rumpled clothing, she found the fastening of his trousers.

The swooshing of fabric echoed the little gasps and groans now swirling through the air.

“Devlin.” Muffling her cry against his coat, Anna slid her palm along the steeled velvet length of his cock.

In answer, he found the slit in her drawers and delved his fingers deep into her feminine folds.

Was it possible to expire from ecstasy?

The question hung hazily in her head for a brief moment. And then, as the head of his cock nudged between her thighs, all rational thought dissolved in a sigh.

“Spread your legs, Anna,” urged Devlin.

Flesh against flesh—the intimacy was almost too much to bear. She arched up, wanting more.

More.

His tip teased over her slickened skin. With a groan, Devlin took hold of her hips.

“Yes, yes,” she gasped, hardly recognizing the smoke-dark sound that slipped from her throat.

Closing her eyes, Anna leaned back and surrendered h

erself to the moment.

Chapter Fifteen

Thump, thump, THUD.

Anna slowly realized that the ever-loudening sounds were not her own hammering heartbeat but rather the efforts of someone trying to open the door.

The Devil take me.

Devlin froze, their bodies on the brink of joining.

Shooting up straight, she shook off the haze of passion and tried to move for the sitting room. But with Devlin’s arms around her and her drooping skirts now tangling her feet, she would have fallen had not he managed to keep his hold.

“Damn,” he swore, sounding just as fuzzed as she felt.

The latch rattled again.

“Oh, Lord,” she whispered aloud, then in a louder voice called, “Just a moment! I’m coming.”

Frantically feeling around the bunched folds of her gown, Anna found her sleeves and tried to thrust her arms inside them.

“Stop wiggling for a moment. I need to lace up your corset.” Devlin expertly threaded the strings through the tiny hooks, though she felt his hands were a little shaky. “Halfway done,” he muttered, turning his efforts to fastening his trousers. “But it will do.”