Page 40 of Beauty and the Rake
“Graham,” she moaned.
She ran her hands down his back. He was nude, his skin hot to the touch. He lay atop her, his weight settling between her thighs.
She felt the tip of his cock nudge her as he found her entrance and thrust inside. He shifted back and rocked, gently, each small thrust pushing him deeper. He hooked his hands under her knees and lifted them over his shoulders. He kissed her mouth, then feathered kisses to her breasts, torturing her.
He was in control and would make love to her in the manner he desired. She arched up, silently asking him to touch her more. She ran her hands through his hair and hung on, kissing him back and moving submissively under him.
He groaned as his hips worked a little faster, his cock deep inside her. She felt each thrust and moaned, wanting more. She arched her back and met him with equal fervor. She wanted this man more than life itself.
He broke their kisses and slid his fingers down her side, between their bodies. He pressed his thumb down on her throbbing nub.
“Come with me,” he rasped. His shoulders were bunched with muscle, strands of hair clinging to his face as his eyes stared wildly into hers.
“I can’t.”
His thumb circled her nipple as his cock continued to fill her.
She arched her head and cried out, his mouth catching the sound. She’d never experienced anything like this before. He propped himself up on his elbows and kissed her gently as he made love to her, then threw back his head as his body jerked into hers. He called out her name as his seed flooded her.
“My God, Roxanne, what are you doing to me?”
Slowly, he withdrew and lay on his side, pulling her close to him. Roxanne had never felt such bliss before. She absentmindedly ran her fingers through his chest hair, feeling his chest rise and fall as he settled.
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“What?”
She sat up. “I’ve never experienced the closeness I felt when we’re one.”
He smiled. “Good to know. There is so much more I want to teach you. That is, if you’re interested.”
“Yes, I’m interested.”
“I was hoping you would be.”
*
If Roxanne heldany chance of not being seen returning from her late-night ride, she was mistaken. Of all people, it was Arthur she faced on the path between the stables and house. He was dressed for riding and she hadn’t the energy from lack of sleep to get into any sort of discussion with her brother.
“I assume from the hour you keep, things did not go well.”
She shook her head. “No, Graham ended up putting the animal out of his misery.”
“Probably best, given his age.”
“I sat with him, let him remember.”
“Breakfast awaits, unless you ate already.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“I have a meeting. I’ll see you later.”
“Men and their meetings,” she sighed with a grin.
She heard Arthur’s footfalls grow faint and swore she heard him chuckle as he walked.
Roxanne walked through the door of the bustling kitchen. As she made her way across the room, she caught the eye of one of the young girls and asked her to have a fresh pot of tea brought to the breakfast room. Though she was exhausted from lack of sleep the night before, she was determined to have something to eat. It would also give her a chance to glance through the newspapers. Then and only then would she gather herself up and retire to her rooms for a hot bath and change of clothes.
