Page 54 of The Last Chance
“Sometimes.”
“Have you touched yourself and thought of me?” He tugged at the shoulders of her gown, grateful for the style of corset because it took no effort to free her breasts.
Good God! She was magnificent.
A temptress touched by slivers of moonlight.
She sucked in a breath as the chill air hardened her rosy nipples.
“Have you?” he repeated, kissing her neck and palming her plump breast, grazing his thumb back and forth over the pretty pink peak.
“Yes,” she said with a throaty moan, her head falling back. “You’re all I think about lately. I can’t get you out of my mind.”
“When did you last touch yourself?” He moved to worship the hard bud, flicking it with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth. “When, Joanna?”
She pushed her hands into his hair, urging him to lavish her other breast. “Last night … and …”
“And?”
“Tonight, when I bathed.”
“I came to the thought of you so many times today that I’ve chaffed my damn skin.” He reached under her skirts, the rustling of silk preceding his guttural groan as he slipped his fingers over her sex and found her wet.
Merciful Lord.
He could be inside her in seconds, pushing into her wetness, driving deep. But she would be his then. The most important person in his life. This … this beautiful moment was a test of his resolve. Never had he been so close to abandoning his family and forgetting every vow he’d ever made.
He looked at her, searing the glorious sight into his memory. “Do you want me to ease the ache, Joanna?” His fingers massaged the centre of her sex. “Will we share such an intimacy and pretend it never happened?”
“Yes,” she panted, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she closed her eyes against the waves of pleasure. “It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
“It’s nothing more than two people enjoying the evening.”
It was the greatest lie he had ever told.
It meant everything. There would not be a day in his life when he wouldn’t imagine himself right here, loving her the only way he could.
“You’re certain?”
“Yes. Don’t stop touching me.”
Nothing prepared him for the moment she came. The minx grabbed his coat, writhed against his hand, and insisted on pressing her open lips to his though didn’t kiss him. Her taut nipples brushed his waistcoat as she moaned against his mouth.
When she came apart, he felt every shudder.
As the ripples subsided, she held on to him like he was a pillar of support, not someone who might one day break her heart.
“You were right,” she said, pressing her forehead to his as her lungs fought for air. “You’re the most dangerous man I have ever met.”
“It’s not me,” he said, dragging her sleeves up and covering her breasts. “It’s your passionate nature that makes this a dangerous pairing.”
It’s the way I feel about you that makes this unique.
Now it was over.
And it would be unwise to share such intimacies again.
“If only things were different.” She cupped his cheek likethis was goodbye. “I wish you were free and life was less complicated.”
