Page 64 of A Little Bit Dangerous
She looked at him. His hair was mussed, his cravat askew, his trousers halfway down his muscular legs, the head of his manhood red and glistening.
A laugh escaped her. She was on the floor, something wet trickling down her thigh, her sex a little sore, her skirts bunched to her waist.
And she’d never been happier.
“Perhaps next time we might remove our clothes and lie together in bed. I’d like nothing more than the heat of your skin warming me.”
He glanced at the scene and laughed, too. “I’ve never lost control like that. I’ve never been so aroused.” His smile faded as guilt assailed him. “I should have been more mindful of your comfort.”
An idea formed in her mind.
“You might afford me one kindness before we leave.”
“Anything,” he growled, and she knew he meant it.
“Undress me. Lie next to me and hold me.”
Mischief twinkled in his eyes. “By my estimation, we have half an hour before Gibbs comes knocking.” He reached into his waistcoat pocket, removed a handkerchief and wiped her sex and thigh. “Let me fetch some water and wash you properly.”
“I’ll bathe when we’re home.” Except Fortune’s Den wasn’t her home, a fact Aaron Chance had made abundantly clear. A silly thought entered her head. Them finding lodgings, a cosy room they could call their own. Conducting investigations for Mr Daventry, dining together and making love every night.
It sounded idyllic.
Beyond impossible.
She wasn’t the only one questioning what this meant. Christian watched her intently as he undressed. His body was magnificent, all hard planes and rippling muscles. But needing to savour this moment, she tempered the incessant stirrings of arousal.
Despite her embarrassment, she let him undress her.
He stroked the backs of his fingers over her arm, marvelling at the softness of her skin. “You’re so delicate, so smooth.” He knew this was not about sexual gratification. Hence, he merely exhaled deeply as he gazed upon her breasts. “I wish we had more time.”
His sentiment echoed her own.
And yet she was the one who must leave.
They climbed into bed, the touch of their naked bodies making them both gasp aloud. He drew the bedsheets over them and pulled her close.
“Whatever we do, we cannot fall asleep,” she said, not wanting to wake to find Aaron Chance looming over them. “Talk to me. Tell me something about you. Something I don’t know.”
He was quiet for a time. Perhaps he was sifting through the memories, trying to find one that didn’t cause him pain.
“Do you want to know a secret?” he whispered against her hair.
She snuggled into him. “Yes.”
“There’s nothing but plain glass in my spectacles. I use them as a tool when I wish to appear intelligent.”
“You are intelligent.”
He pressed his finger to her lips. “Hush! You’re the only one who knows. Everyone else thinks I’m a dangerous bastard.”
She smiled. “Like a diamond, you have many facets.”
“But few people take the time to study them.”
They fell into a companionable silence, their tender touches the only language needed. Minutes passed before she spoke again.
“Christian?” she whispered as she lay naked in his arms.
