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He lay on top of her, his skin so hot it chased away her cold fears. He captured her mouth, the kiss a slow, deep exploration, an intense tangling of tongues that sent her pulse racing.
“I need to taste every delightful inch.” The fire in his eyes said he meant to do something wicked.
He trailed his tongue down the column of her throat. Lavished her breasts until she was arching off the bed and forcing her nipple into his mouth.
Suck, suck hard,she urged him silently.
The whisper of a kiss against her thigh made her breath hitch. “Open your legs, love. Let me worship you. You’ll enjoy it, I swear.” He nudged her thighs apart and buried his head between them.
The first stroke of his tongue dragged a moan from her lips. “Sebastian!” She tried to raise a protest, but by all that was holy, she had never felt anything so divine.
Her legs trembled with every flick of his tongue on her bud. Like a wicked wanton, she sank her fingers into his hair and ground her hips against the pleasurable onslaught.
The rising tension in her body reached fever pitch. Her release was so close she gave her lewd thoughts a voice. “Hurry. I need ye filling me, pushing deep. Take me now, Sebastian. I want to come with ye inside me.”
The man growled as he mounted her, entering her with one long, possessive stroke. His groan echoed through the room. They clung to each other, their sweat-soaked bodies moving in unison.
But her climax was already upon her, her inner muscles clamping around his thrusting manhood. She gripped his buttocks, sinking her fingers into his flesh.
“Hell!” He rode her through the violent shudders. “I’m going to spend.” He withdrew and pumped his shaft, his seed spurting over her abdomen, his chest heaving.
Ailsa watched in awe.
His blue eyes shone. His mouth curled into a satisfied grin. “Love, you’re so magnificent I can barely catch my breath. I could spend a lifetime making love to you.”
A surge of emotion stole her breath. Naively, she’d thought one kiss would be enough. One night of lovemaking would satisfy her desires.
It only made the fear of loss greater.
She would never stop wanting him.
She would never stop yearning for more.
She would never stop loving this man.
ChapterEighteen
Fortune’s Den
Aldgate Street
Even when sleeping, thoughts of Sebastian consumed her. The potent scent of his cologne teased her senses. She could feel the soft brush of his fingers against her cheek, the gentle stroke of his lips over hers.
“Ailsa. Wake up, love.” The seductive timbre of his voice stirred her from slumber. “We’re needed downstairs.”
She opened her eyes to find Sebastian sitting on the bed. He took her hand, lacing their fingers and pressing a lingering kiss on her knuckles.
“I find shaking a woman by the shoulders does the trick,” came Aaron Chance’s stern comment from the doorway. “Kissing only encourages a woman to remain in bed.”
Sebastian released her and stood. “I’d tell you to mind your own business, but as this is your house, I shall keep my opinions to myself.”
“I’ll not afford you the same courtesy. I expect to see you downstairs in a few minutes. Daventry will be here shortly, and I’d like to see my bed before dawn. This isn’t a damned hotel. People can’t come and go as they please.”
Mr Chance marched away, complaining under his breath about the dratted inconvenience.
Ailsa glanced around the small bedchamber. It was dark, and the rowdy din from the gaming rooms had ceased.
Sebastian had dressed but not shaved. The gold shadow of stubble made him appear rugged, enhancing his masculine appeal.
