Page 68 of Temptress in Disguise
She pressed her mouth to his ear, her tongue tracing the shell. “Tonight, I want to be your dinner and your dessert.”
He quivered against her, bolstering her confidence.
“I want you to taste me, Aramis. I want your hot mouth feasting on my flesh. I want to shudder against your lips.”
A guttural groan rumbled in his throat. He pushed slowly into her entrance, though she came up on her knees, denying him the pleasure.
“You’re good at this game,” he growled.
She looked into his eyes, resisting the urge to surrender. “I’m aching and wet and want to feel you moving inside me, but perhaps we should wait until tonight.”
“Like hell we will.” He entered her in one long thrust, burying himself so deep they both moaned in pleasure. “Sweet mercy! We were made for each other, love.”
He claimed her mouth in fierce possession. There was nothing soft and slow about the way he owned her. Every powerful thrust said he was the victor. But it was the way he watched her that tightened every muscle in her core. It was the light in his eyes, the lingering smile on his lips as she came apart around him.
It was words he used. “God, you’re magnificent.”
Not useless. No one’s burden.
He was magnificent—kind, strong, considerate, so desirable she could hardly breathe. As the swell of emotion in her chest gathered behind her eyes, one thought entered her head.
Was this what it felt like to be in love?
ChapterFifteen
The Fox and Crown
Uxbridge
After a night spent drinking with the locals in the taproom of a coaching inn on the outskirts of Uxbridge, it was evident Miss Gray had lied or made a mistake.
No one had heard of Edwin Budworth.
No one knew a man with connections to the Belldrake theatre.
Aramis had been forced to curb his temper when a farmer insisted on naming those who’d lived in the area since the eighteen hundreds. At one point, the fellow confused his prized cow with his great-aunt Bella. Aramis must have nodded off because he woke to Naomi giving him a covert nudge. It was midnight when they dragged themselves away, though that didn’t stop them stripping off each other’s clothes and indulging in every wicked pleasure.
“I wish I could say I’m disappointed,” Naomi said, buttering her toast while seated at the table in the private parlour. Her face had a radiant glow that held his attention. “We may not have found Edwin Budworth, but we’ve made the most of our time together.”
Though they had made love twice before dressing for breakfast, he would take her on the table, amid the clattering china, if he’d had the foresight to lock the damn door.
He was obsessed. Tormented by an insatiable hunger. With it came profound fear. He’d thought himself numb to pain until he imagined losing the one thing that mattered.
Her.
“We’ll stay at an inn near Northwood tonight.” While he knew they would spend endless hours lying naked in each other’s arms, he didn’t know how they would tackle Melissa and Jeremiah Grant. “Perhaps we might find an excuse to delay our return to town. We could always tour the south coast.”
Naomi looked up and smiled before sucking jam off her finger. There wasn’t a woman alive who could affect him so deeply.
“I’m sure you’d tire of me before we reached Brighton.”
Though she chuckled, he said, “Don’t do that.”
She blinked in surprise. “Do what?”
“Imply you’re in some way lacking.”
She shrugged, holding her toast in midair. “Aramis, we agreed to part once we prove Melissa lied. You made it clear this is a temporary arrangement. I was merely referring to that.”
