Page 92 of Never a Duchess
He crushed her to his chest, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth in a kiss that tugged at his ballocks and drove him near insane.
“God, I’m desperate to be inside ye, love.”
“Then take me now,” she panted. “Hurry.”
“Do ye nae want to find yer release first?”
“Later. Make me yours.”
The primal need to claim her proved powerful. “Then ye’re about to get the full measure of this Highlander.”
Holding her tight to his body, he pushed into her sex, meeting a little resistance. He worked himself in and out slowly before burying himself to the hilt.
“Heavens!”
“Ride me,” he growled.
“Is that how a Highlander claims his woman?”
“Aye, when he’s about to spill his seed in a bathing pool.”
They soon found a rhythm. He devoured her mouth, his tongue sliding over hers, mimicking the frenzied thrusts of his cock.
Lillian tugged his hair as he sucked her nipples. “Oh, it feels so good, Callan. Don’t stop.”
So good he’d need her every hour until dawn.
And yet as water lapped at their bodies and their moans penetrated the stillness, he wasn’t thinking about taking her on a bed of furs.
He was thinking how he could persuade her to move to the Highlands.
How he might convince this woman to be his wife.
ChapterSeventeen
Hanover Square
London
Shivering against the chill air, Lillian fastened her boots, pulled her cloak tightly around her shoulders and crept downstairs. All was dark and deathly quiet now the long case clock had finished chiming ten. By some miraculous feat, Alexander slept soundly. And so everyone in the house—except for her—had decided to get a good night’s rest.
She was waiting for Dounreay to ferry them to Ludgate Hill, so they might force the lock on the office door and rifle through Monsieur Baudelaire’s private papers.
With carefully placed steps, she reached the hall without the stairs creaking and moved to the console table. Easing the drawer open, she reached inside and took the front door key. There was no reason for anyone to know she’d gone out for a few hours.
A few hours?
She scoffed silently at that.
After spending a magical night in Dounreay’s arms, she’d travel the world with him if he asked.
The murmur of voices in the study stole her attention.
Eliza appeared, backing out of the room and giving a playful giggle. “Come and find me, my love. I shall hide in the garden.” She spoke so seductively Lillian thought to cover her ears. “Don’t be long.” Eliza turned abruptly, almost jumping out of her skin. “Lillian! I thought you were in bed.”
Lillian wasn’t sure who was more embarrassed about being caught in the act. “I—I am just waiting for the duke. We’re to visit Monsieur Baudelaire’s establishment on Ludgate Hill. Did I not mention it during dinner?”
Heavens! Only guilty people rambled like a Bedlamite.
