Page 62 of A Little Bit Dangerous
Despite the obvious barrier, her nipples pushed hard against the material. Her breasts were so heavy they ached.
“Christian!” She pushed her hands into his hair, anchoring him to her. “Touch me. Touch me like you did in the carriage.” She was losing control. The pressure to find her release was overwhelming.
He reached under her skirts, his long fingers sliding through her sex. “You’re so wet, love. So wet you’ll take me with ease.” He pushed his fingers inside her channel and pumped slowly.
“Oh, yes!”
“Be patient, minx,” he whispered, his hot breath tickling her ear. “When you come this time, it will be against my mouth, then around my cock. Do you like the sound of that, Isabella?”
She gulped. “You’ll remember I’ve not done this before.”
“Trust me. We’ll be perfect together. I knew it sixteen years ago, and I know it now. You thought the boy was kind. You’ll love what the man has to give you.”
His husky voice made her sex clench. The way he worked his fingers deep inside her tore a whimper from her throat. The lewd words he used had her reaching to stroke his erection through his trousers.
“Unbutton me, love.”
She managed to undo a button securing the placket and slip her hand inside. His member was hot and hard and jerked against her cold fingers.
“Mother of all saints,” he uttered. “Love, I’m going to have you here unless you open the damn door.”
Amid the haze of desire, Isabella reached behind her and fumbled with the handle. The door flew open, and they fell inside like tavern drunkards. They stumbled over each other’s feet and tumbled to the floor.
A laugh escaped her, one that quickly turned into a sweet moan when Christian pushed her skirts to her waist and kneeled between her parted legs.
He moistened his lips and fixed his gaze on her sex. “Let me show you I’m still as kind as you remember. I’m the King of Diamonds, and I’m going to own this little jewel.”
His mouth was hot and wet on her sex, his grip firm on her thighs. He lavished her with attention, sucking and flicking her bud with his tongue.
“You taste like heaven, love,” he murmured.
Every part of her tingled.
The tightening in her abdomen grew more profound.
Yet she wanted to feel the heat of his skin, the weight of him crushing her. Him pushing into her so deeply she’d lack the strength to leave.
“Christian! Hurry! I need you.”
She gripped his hair and rolled her hips against the wicked onslaught of his tongue. Then their eyes met, the desire in those blue pools sending her hurtling over the edge into oblivion.
Stars danced in her eyes. She arched her back, the muscles in her core clenching at too fast a pace. The sound of her ragged breathing filled the room. Despite the rush of euphoria, she wanted him out of his clothes.
“I need to touch you. I need to feel you.”
“Hellfire!” He undid his trousers and shoved them down past his hips. “Do you want to stop, Isabella? Tell me now. I want you so badly, I’ll lose my mind if I wait. Tell me.”
“Don’t stop,” she urged, loving how he lost control with her. “Take me now. Take me here on the floor. Hurry.”
He glanced at their surroundings and muttered a curse as he gripped his solid shaft. “This wasn’t how I planned it.”
She reached for him. “This is what fate decreed.”
A sinful smile lit his handsome features. “Do you know how incredible you are? You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met.”
A rush of emotion almost choked her. She’d been called many things. Useless. Annoying. A pest. A burden. Never anything as beautiful as the word he had just uttered.
Don’t cry!
