Page 70 of Touched By a Traitor
“His leg was crushed and had to be amputated. Otherwise, he continues to be a thorn in my side as my valet,” Andrew replied with a wry smile.
Tossing his shirt onto the divan, he fixed her with a heated stare. “Are we quite finished with this game?”
Sensing that his patience was wearing thin, Charlotte hastily posed one final question. “Under the Statute of Frauds, which types of contracts must be made in writing to be legally enforceable?”
Andrew closed his eyes, searching for the answer. “Contracts for the sale of land, contracts that cannot be performed within one year, and… Bloody hell, woman!” he growled.
Before Charlotte could fully comprehend what was happening, Andrew pulled her into his arms. “Enough,” he rasped, his voice raw with need, before capturing her lips in a searing kiss that set her body ablaze.
His lips were hot and soft, a delicious contrast to the hard, unyielding planes of his body. He enveloped her completely, his larger frame dwarfing her own as he held her close, his embrace all-consuming. His tongue sought hers with a frenzied desperation, a man starved for the taste of her, and she yielded to him willingly, eagerly.
His long, elegant fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back as he deepened the kiss, plundering her mouth with a skill that left her weak. She clung to him, her own hands roaming the broad expanse of his back, reveling in the play of muscles beneath his heated skin.
As he kissed her with the passion of a man who had at last found his salvation, his hands began to wander, mapping the curves and valleys of her naked form. He cupped the plump globes of her buttocks, kneading the soft flesh, before skimming upward to tease the hardened peaks of her breasts. Charlotte gasped into his mouth, arching into his touch, silently begging for more.
Lost in the heat of his ardor, Charlotte wound her arms around his neck, her fingers burying into the thick, silken strands of his hair. She pressed herself closer, molding her body to his, desperate to eliminate even the tiniest space between them. She kissed him back with equal fervor, nipping at his bottom lip, then soothing the sting with her tongue, until he growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through her core.
In his arms, Charlotte felt a sense of belonging, a rightness that defied explanation. She wanted to lose herself in him, to take shelter in the strength of his embrace and the steadfastness of his heart. With him, she could forget the pain of her past, could start anew, unburdened by the ghosts that had haunted her.
She burrowed into him, seeking his warmth, his protection, his love. He was her salvation, her only hope for a future filledwith happiness and joy. In his kiss, in his touch, she found a glimmer of that long-sought peace, a balm for her weary soul.
She surrendered to him, to the desire that coursed through her veins, to the love that had taken root in her heart.
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Andrew’s hands glideddown the smooth expanse of Charlotte’s back, coming to rest on the luscious curves of her bottom. Her flesh, soft and yielding, fit perfectly in his large, work-roughened palms. With a low growl of desire, he lifted her, his mouth never leaving hers as he carried her to the nearby divan. Charlotte instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, the heat of her core pressing deliciously against the hard ridge of his arousal, eliciting a groan of approval from deep within his chest.
As he settled onto the divan with Charlotte straddling his lap on her knees, Andrew trailed a path of heated kisses along the column of her throat, his lips and tongue worshipping the delicate skin he found there. His hands deftly unfastened his falls, releasing the thick shaft that jutted out with hunger.
Driven by an overwhelming need to taste her, to bring her to the heights of ecstasy, Andrew lowered his head to her breasts, drawing one rosy nipple into the wet heat of his mouth. He suckled and teased, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak, while his fingers plucked and rolled its twin. Charlotte arched into his touch, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held him to her, silently begging for more.
When at last, she lowered herself onto his lap, the touch of her slick quim against his burning cock nearly brought him undone. Charlotte ground her hips against his. The friction of her wet heat against his engorged erection drove him to the brink of madness. With a groan of surrender, Andrew tore his mouth from her breast, his breathing ragged and uneven.
“Charlotte,” he rasped, his voice rough with need. “I need to taste you, to feel you come undone beneath my tongue.”
She stilled atop him, her eyes wide and uncertain. At his nudging, she stood hesitantly, her feet bracketing his thighs. Impatiently, he gripped her hips firmly and brought her closer until her glistening folds were a mere breath away from his eager mouth.
“Your cunny is exquisite,” he breathed. “And it’s mine.”
The first swipe of his tongue had them both moaning in unison, the taste of her desire a heady elixir on his lips. While his pulsing erection jerked at every opportunity for attention, Andrew licked and caressed her folds, gently scraped her swollen bud with his teeth, then soothed it with his tongue. Panting and moaning more and more without inhibition, Charlotte finally whispered his name.
“Andrew. Oh my, Andrew…”
He knew then that she was close. Bracing himself for the overwhelming pleasure that was to come, he nudged her hips away from him. Before she could protest, he said huskily, “Get on your knees, Charlotte. Now.”
She did his bidding, and even before her knees touched the soft cushion, he lowered her quim over his rigid cock. She screamed as her orgasm broke over his cockhead and screamed again when the climax crested and crashed upon being filled completely. The silky muscles of her heat fluttered around his hard cock in waves, as his unyielding grip lifted her over his member, then thrust into her again.
“Christ…” he rasped.
His own orgasm rose higher and higher, then he fell over the peak, plunging into the weightless abyss. He floated until another surge of pleasure thrust forcefully through him, again and again, as his body lurched forward, holding his wife close in his arms. She was the redemption he had needed all along.
With the pleasures of their joining humming in their heads and hearts, they remained in each other’s embrace. He stroked her hair tenderly while she drew circles around his scar, their racing hearts gradually slowing to a more even rhythm. Andrew gradually became aware of a dampness on his shoulder, the saltiness of Charlotte’s tears mingling with the sheen of sweat on his skin. Alarm coursed through him, and he tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze.
“What troubles you, my love?” His voice was a mix of concern and fear. Had he hurt her in some way? Did she regret their joining, longing instead for the duke she had left behind?
But Charlotte merely shook her head, burying her face in the crook of his neck as she clung to him, her tears flowing anew. Understanding that she was not yet ready to voice the demons that haunted her, Andrew simply held her tighter, his hands stroking her back in soothing circles, pouring all his heart into the embrace, grateful that he had this second chance with the woman he had burned for over the past six years.
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