Page 97 of Sinful Persuasion of a Lady in the Making
Jenny’s heart raced with excitement, the beating of it a flutter against her chest. She had come for answers, but she had got so much more. They had found a new path, they had fixed everything, and now his sweet, warm lips were upon hers.
She shifted closer toward him, her lips pushed up against his as his tongue explored her mouth. She put a hand up to his chest, covered only by his shirt, and through it she could feel the thick, hard muscle of his body.
His kisses moved from her mouth, across her cheek. He brushed the errant curls from the side of her face, nuzzling into her neck, kissing her there. She shuddered involuntarily, the feelings of pleasure washing over her. She had missed this, oh so much.
“I’ve grieved for you this past week,” he murmured, his warm breath rushing across her ear, her cheek, making her hair tickle her neck. “I’ve missed your smile, your voice, your eyes. I’ve missed the way you smell, and the softness of your skin.”
She hummed as he kissed her neck, a calm and satisfied smile on her face, her eyes closed and embracing the moment. She let her hand drop from his chest to his trousers and she cupped his hardening manhood.
He moaned in delight. She pulled back, hand still between his legs but far enough away that she could look at him, truly, into those sparkling blue eyes.
“I have missed the feel of you beneath my hands,” she said coquettishly. Her lips fell open, just slightly, just enough to show her tongue resting there, teasingly, pleadingly.
She rubbed her hand slowly over his manhood, and he groaned. She could see—feel—the hunger building in him and he leaned forward, eagerly kissing her again. She could taste the need in him, the want, and she wanted it, too. She pushed back against him so their kiss was hard, solid, full of passion and yearning.
“I have missed every part of you,” he whispered into her mouth, his tongue flicking against her lips between his words.
His hands, as hers caressed, roved over her body, the shape of it, the curve of her waist and her hips. He cupped her breasts, squeezing gently until her moans matched his own. Then he shifted, pulling away from her hand.
“Not now, not here. It’s too much.”
She pouted, but with humor rather than any real annoyance. He was right, she knew that. Lady Diana could return at any time. Instead, she raised her hand and ran a finger over his stubbled chin.
“You really have been lost without me, haven’t you?” she quipped.
“More than you’ll ever know.”
He kissed her again, soft and gentle this time, full of gratitude that they had found their way back to one another. And she kissed him back, a newfound sense of strength and support, of confidence and love, filling her soul.
When she pulled away, she giggled and held a finger up to him.
“This doesn’t mean you’ve been entirely forgiven for deserting me, you know.”
“Oh, no?”
“I shall think of a suitable punishment, in time,” she said, her smile pulled to one side as she tried to control her laughter. “But for now, being together is enough.”
