Page 61 of A Naughty Proposal for His Winter Countess
Her eyes flew open, and so did her lips, but Daniel shushed her, “Don’t, please. I don’t need you to reply in kind…I am acutely aware that we have an arrangement, but I think it's my foolish heart that went on and confused make belief with reality. I still want to teach you how to seduce men, Harriet, and after we’re done, the plan still holds; I’ll go my way and you, yours.”
Hearing the discontent and regret in his voice made his heart twist. It would be hard to leave, but it was only right. His hands were stroking down her back, and Daniel was ready to stand her on her feet, when Harriet kissed him.
At the touch of her lips, Daniel knew he was lost. He was drawn to Harriet in so many ways that he didn’t bother to count them. Her natural beauty, the glimmer of light-hearted mischief in her eyes, her derision for conventional roles, her innocent body and devilish mind made him want to kiss her senseless and show her pleasure she had never known.
But all those reasons paled to one; she had resurrected the life in him and had made himfeel.
She shifted on his lap to straddle him, laced her hands around his neck, and sunk her fingers into his hair. The lust that he had kept tamped down, began to break through the ties, and soon, he was devouring her mouth.
As the kiss continued, he slid his hands from her waist to her back, holding her pressed to his chest. God, he wanted more! Breaking the kiss, Daniel whispered, “Trust me,” before spinning her around.
With her back to his chest, he grasped her breasts while resting his lips on her neck. Her breasts fit his palm perfectly, soft, high, and firm as he squeezed them. Harriet gasped and her head canted to the side, giving him more room to pleasure her.
The feel of her made his blood pound through his veins like thunder—but it still was not enough.
His mouth kissed the curve of her jaw, before he sucked the stark tendon of her neck. She moaned deep in her throat as his thumbs brushed over her nipples. Before she knew it, Daniel lifted and carried her to rest on the arm of the settee, yanking her skirts up to rest in the vee of her legs.
Harriet’s legs, free from stockings, were pale, slender, and by the way they wrapped around his waist without thought, perfectly fitted for lovemaking.
Their kiss continued with their breaths getting heavier, blood growing warmer, and his manhood filling. When he pulled away, her heavy-lidded eyes and swollen lips had the beast inside him rearing up. She looked too erotic for her own good.
Kissing her jaw, he said, “I’m going to be wicked again.”
“Please,” she gasped.
His hands clamped on her sleek thighs, spreading them wide enough for his hand to seek her core, while he kissed her neck. He heard her gasp as the touch of his fingers skittering over her tender, untouched thigh. When his finger ran a finger along wetness, lust, and satisfaction rolled through him.
“You’re wet, Darling,” he murmured. “Do you want me to make you shatter once again?”
“Yes, please,” Her eyes were smoky green with desire while she wiggled, “As you did at Vauxhall.”
Daniel grinned, as he caressed her slick folds, “No, Darling, not like Vauxhall, not this time.”
He felt his heart hammering. Taunting her, he slipped the tips of his fingers into her heat only to set her back and before pulling away.
Her fingers grabbed his shoulder, and her voice breathless, “Please, please—”
Smiling, Daniel lifted her thighs over his shoulders, and he bent to taste her. A shocked cry came from her as he ate at her. Harriet’s fingers dug into his hair, gripping his scalp hard while he was licking her, reveling in her broken pleas.
Her legs clenched over his shoulder, while her hips lifted and her breasts heaved. Finding her pearl, Daniel sucked at it while he eased a finger into her tight passage. Her core lifted to greet each of his thrusts, and his rhythm increased, in depth and pressure driving her frantic with need.
Delicately avoiding her maidenhead, he drew out the last drop of pleasure from her, and soon, Harriet bit down on her forearm to stifle the scream of her climax. Severe temptation to break his vow and consummate battered the wall of his control.
He kissed the inner side of her thigh while he pulled his fingers out of her. While Harriet recovered, Daniel fixed her skirts and pulled her into his lap.
“That was wild and wicked and shamefully erotic,” Harriet said breathily. “I read about it, but never thought I’d ever feel it.”
Kissing the side of her head, Daniel tried to dispel his emotions, but his arousal was not dissipating. “I’m glad.”
Resting a hand on his chest, Harriet said, “I know you’re aroused, Daniel, I can feel it. Is there a way—”
Amused, Daniel kissed her ear, “Sweetheart, I’m afraid you cannot.”
Her brows darted up, “Are you sure? I’ve read about many ways that I can use my hands, or my mouth, or both—”
“Minx,” he cut her off before temptation would take root. “Please don’t taunt me. There is nothing that—”
“What the deuce is going on here?” Ben’s incensed tone snapped the peaceful, playful atmosphere in half. He came in and left the door open behind him. “And why are you undressed, Harriet?”
