Page 32 of The Tantalizing of a Scandalous Rake

He placed heated kisses against her neck, tasting the salt. One hand cupped to her breast, he slid the other farther up her thighs until he reached her juncture, already wet with desire. He began to gently rub between her folds. He knew when he hit the right spot because she’d arch back, sigh, or release a soft, low moan that made his cock harden and strain against his trousers.

Plunging two fingers inside her, he deftly pushed them in and out, getting them nice and slick. His breathing grew ragged and his head became lightheaded as he pleasured her, imagining his cock entering where his fingers were.

As if hearing his thoughts, Rosie began to move against him, rubbing and pressing her body to him. He gritted his teeth, swearing he could come then and there. He eased her back but she wasn’t done. Flipping around to face him, she straddled his lap and hungrily kissed him, biting his lower lip.

The pent-up desires of the last few weeks culminated, and all he wanted to do was undo his trousers and claim her as his own, letting his bulging cock be consumed by the wet warmth between her legs.

They passionately kissed for several minutes, then her hand went to his straining cock. His breath hitched and he groaned. “Rosie…”

“You can pleasure me but I cannot pleasure you?” She gave him a mischievous grin and unbuttoned him until he was free, his cock standing upright. She slowed down, gently touching it with her warm hands, rubbing the head. “So hard,” she breathed, pushing him onto the bed.

“You made it that way—ah!” He sucked in a breath as her mouth latched around him and she took more of him in, her tongue stroking the tip. He gripped the sheets, trying to keep himself under control, but it became harder and harder the more of him she took in.

“Where the bloody hell did you learn that?”

His hands switched from the bed to her soft, golden hair, grabbing fistfuls as she sucked. She hummed, the vibration making it even more difficult for him to control himself. Just as he thought he would ejaculate into her throat, she pulled away.

“I might not have bedded a man but I have seen enough in my time as an innkeeper,” she said wryly. She sighed. “I want you inside of me, Adam.”

He stilled. Did she realize what she offered? Did she know that there would be no going back after this? That she could no longer push him away?

Unable to voice the words with any sort of sense, he tugged her to him and kissed her furiously. He eased her back into the mattress and pressed himself against her. His cock had hardened to the point of straining again, and he let it loose, desperate to lose himself in their passion. He stripped himself swiftly of his clothes and flung them to the floor. Rosie followed suit and lay back, her gaze raking him.

“What is it?” he asked wildly, his pulse beating hard in his ears.

Sprawled upon the bed, her breasts were generous, nipples hard and perked. She had a curvaceous figure that made the men who stayed at the inn pass crude jokes, but staring at her now, all he could think about was how perfect she was.

And how damned lucky he was.

Rosie was examining him, too, her eyes roaming over his chest and manhood. Her eyes twinkled. “I just wanted to see you fully. Now come back.”

He did so without a moment’s hesitation. He wrapped her up in his arms and showered her face and neck with kisses while her legs tangled with his. The growing heat between them made their bodies slick with a light sheen of sweat. His hands and mouth were everywhere, devouring whatever he could reach. He sucked her breasts, squeezed her buttocks and nipped at her throat.

It was Rosie who grabbed his cock and positioned it between her legs. The moment he felt the soft folds, he plunged it fully into her. Both of them gasped, and Rosie flinched when he broke through then softened into him after several heartbeats.

He pounded while she gripped his hair and shoulders as she moved with him. Jaw tight, he slammed his hips against her, digging his fingers into the softness of her thigh. Her low moans became high pitched, reaching a crescendo as he moved furiously inside her. She threw her head back and quivered.

He tried to stop but she held him firm.

“Rosie—”

“I cannot…that is…I am barren.”

Even the blunt way she said it could not prevent her pleasure from peaking. He followed seconds later, murmuring her name against her neck.

When it was all over, he pulled out and laid on his back, gasping, every nerve in his body exploding. Rosie lay next to him, splayed out and gasping.

“Goodness,” she murmured.

Goodness was about right.

Chapter Twelve

Afloorboard creaked and Adam paused, winced and twisted to view the bed. Rosie remained asleep, her bare back scarcely covered by the bedding. He resisted the desire to tuck her in better. He had no desire to wake her. Lord knew, the woman deserved the rest.

He slipped stealthily into his clothes, pausing briefly to rub the scar on his abdomen. The slight ache from last night’s activity was but a trifle and well worth it. Hell, he’d take a lot more than a twinge to have another night with Rosie. If he ever found the man who’d stabbed him, he might well shake his hand. Without him, he’d never have come to know Rosie as he had.

Adam shook his head with a smirk and eased out of the room. His mother was going to win. He’d known it the moment he took Rosie in his arms last night. But it would be a partial win. She’d expected a sweet young debutante instead of a bold, intelligent, independent woman. At this point, he hardly cared. Let this be his one wager lost. It would be well worth it.

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