Secrets of Seduction (Legendary Lovers 3)
Skye quickly slipped the key into her apron pocket, along with her notebook. Pressing her back against the door, she spread her arms wide, creating a barricade with her body.
“Skye …” he said warningly.
“Please don’t go, Hawk.”
“You know making love is foolhardy.”
“Yes, I do. You are concerned you will get me with child. But you know the sponges have been effective in preventing pregnancy. I am wearing a sponge, Hawk.”
“Now?” he repeated, his eyebrows rising.
“I inserted one when I went to my rooms a moment ago.”
His chuckle of disbelief was followed by a penetrating scrutiny. “Do you know your trouble? You are too damn manipulating.”
“Usually that is true, but not in this case, I swear. I truly need your opinion on restoring this room. And my notebook and apron were not a ruse to fool you but the servants. I needed a legitimate reason for us to be here, and I could think of no other way we could be together, or any other place in the house where we could have privacy, and I was afraid you wouldn’t come with me if I simply invited you.… You are stubbornly unyielding, Hawk, and it is infuriating, really—”
“Be quiet, sweeting. You are babbling.”
Skye obeyed, in part because she was running out of breath. When he hesitated, she peered up at him through her lashes. “Kissing me would be an excellent way to silence me.”
He still looked unconvinced.
“I won’t let you go,” she declared.
“How do you plan to stop me?”
“Physically. You will have to wrestle the key from me. I dare you to try.”
She felt giddy with the dawning laughter in his eyes.
“I cannot believe such a big, strong hero is afraid to make love to me,” she prodded.
At the exasperation written on his face, a bubble of laughter rose in her throat and escaped her. “I want you, Hawk. Don’t you want me the least little bit?”
When she was unable to elicit an answer from him, she left off teasing him. “Please stay with me,” she pleaded.
He took a step closer, glancing down at her bosom that was covered by her apron and gown bodice. She felt the look as if he’d touched her, her nipples peaking against her chemise.
A ripple of sexual awareness ran through her as Hawk closed the final distance. She wanted to sink into his embrace and hold him against her. She wanted his mouth on hers.…
As Hawk’s face lowered toward hers, Skye sighed in anticipation, yet he didn’t kiss her. Instead, he pressed his lower body against hers, wedging her firmly between the door and his rock-hard thighs.
She couldn’t be disappointed, though. Not when she could feel the hard jut of his arousal through her skirts.
“You do want me,” she breathed.
“Of course I do, witch. How could I not?”
“Then show me.”
His hand slid between her thighs, his fingers curving over her sensitive woman’s mound beneath the layers of fabric and pressing firmly. Instantly aroused, she let out a soft moan.
“Hush, don’t make a sound,” Hawk cautioned. “You don’t want a servant coming to investigate, only to find me tupping you against the wall.”
“Is that what you mean to do?” she asked, intrigued.
“Eventually.”