Page 76 of A Lady's Dangerous Secret
“The supervised visits these past few weeks have been torture. Knowing what it was like to be inside you and then having it taken away was a cruel punishment.”
Charlotte’s heart beat faster at James’s dirty words. She squeezed her legs together to curb the pulsation between them.
She wrapped her right arm around James’s neck. “It’s been torture for me too. But we have the wedding breakfast, and we can’t arrive disheveled.”
“It’s our wedding. We can arrive any way we please.” James’s arousal nudged her bottom.
“I wanted us to have a proper wedding night, but I don’t think I can keep my hands off you until then.” One of James’s hands toyed with her breast as he spoke. Even though there was a barrier of fabric, her nipple hardened immediately, and moisture pooled between her legs. Charlotte did not think she could fight the need she felt for James.
“Then ravish me,” Charlotte challenged. She grabbed James’s head and pulled his mouth toward her own.
The moment their lips connected, everything felt right in the world. James thrust his tongue into her mouth, and Charlotte eagerly responded. This was not a slow seduction. It was a pent-up desire that had grown over the past few weeks and was suddenly unleashed.
James broke the kiss, and Charlotte felt the sudden void, only to be replaced by a tingling feeling as his lips traveled down her neck to her collarbone. Although he was careful not to disturb her wound, he took no time in pulling down the front of her gown, allowing her breasts to spring free from their constraints.
“I’ve been waiting too long.” James looked up at Charlotte for a moment, long enough for her to see the hunger in his silvery eyes before he returned his attention to her breasts. He devoured them as if they were a delectable dessert. His tongue lapped her left nipple that hardened in response and a jolt of sensation traveled from her breast to her core. He sucked her nipple with just a little bit of teeth. The heady mix between the nipping and soothing motions of his tongue made it even more pleasurable. Charlotte wiggled her bottom over James’s arousal, wanting more. His member hardened further, adding to the unmet sexual tension in the carriage.
James moved to her other breast and gave it much of the same attention. She heard a moan and realized it had escaped from her mouth. She threw her head back from the overwhelming passion that coursed through her body. James’s hand crept up her leg and reached her garter, but he kept going. She felt his calloused fingers delicately trace her inner thigh. Charlotte shivered.
James raised his head from her breast. “Are you chilly?” he murmured.
“No,” Charlotte responded breathlessly, not able to formulate much of a response. James returned to her breast while his hand continued its journey toward her center.
He reached his target and looked at Charlotte once again. “You’re so wet for me. Only for me.”
“Only you,” Charlotte moaned. James let out a groan and then two fingers entered her core and thrusted in and out. He spread her juices over her pearl and used his thumb to stroke her most sensitive area. Sensations swelled in Charlotte, and she writhed in James’s lap, trying to handle them all. Despite the frenzied feeling within her, something was still missing. James thrust inside her and rubbed her pearl, but the feeling did not grow quickly enough.
“More,” Charlotte demanded. James chuckled, though his voice sounded distant because she was so consumed with reaching her ultimate pleasure. James lowered his head and sucked her nipple while he continued his ministrations lower down. Charlotte breathed rapidly, and she rode James’s hand shamelessly. James gave another swipe of his thumb, and everything exploded. Charlotte yelled out his name, and her whole body shook uncontrollably. The most heavenly sensations permeated her.
James eased his thrusting but continued to attend to her pearl. Despite reaching the peak of her bliss, each wet strokeof James’s thumb on her nub caused ripples of her orgasm to continue. She kept calling out his name, not wanting this feeling to ever end.
When all her pleasure had finally been spent, Charlotte’s head dropped onto James’s chest from sheer exhaustion. Her eyes closed while her breasts remained exposed and uninhibited. James eased his hand out from under her dress. Charlotte heard a sucking sound as James licked her juices off his fingers. Charlotte was too tired to open her eyes, but she quickly formed an erotic image of her husband savoring her. While Charlotte drifted off to sleep, she distantly noticed that James’s arousal was still protruding into her bottom. Before she could think more about it, her mind went blank.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
“Lottie, Lottie.” James gently shook Charlotte’s good shoulder. They were close to his father’s stately home. James’s member was so tightly wound that he felt as if he was about to burst. In spite of the unbearable discomfort, James refused to take Charlotte for the first time as his wife in a bloody carriage. He just had to survive the wedding breakfast and then he was locking his wifein their bedroom and showing her how many ways he could make her scream his name.
She begrudgingly opened her striking eyes and took a moment to become aware of her surroundings. She looked down and saw her perfectly rounded breasts on full display.
“Oh!” She quickly sat up and rearranged her dress. Her cheeks blushed becomingly.
“How long have I been asleep?”
“Not long.”
“I feel so…relaxed.”
“I’m glad,” James said evenly, using all his energy to play the gentleman, when all he wanted to do was tear Lottie’s gown off, throw her down on the seat, and fuck her until his name was coming out of her delectable mouth. Instead, James had to shift his position to keep the discomfort of his raging erection at bay.
“It’s still there.” Lottie shifted on his lap. “Does it hurt?”
“Like the devil.”
“I could help you. How much time do we have?”
“No more than ten minutes.”
Lottie furrowed her brow. James knew she must be performing calculations in her clever mind.
