Page 64 of The Last Chance
“Don’t,” he said when she slipped the first button. “They’re the only thing stopping me from having you. If you free me, I’m done for.”
Joanna bit back a smile.
She had Aaron Chance at her mercy.
Who’d have thought it was possible?
“When I take you into my body, Aaron, we’ll need hours, not minutes, to slake our desire.” She liked being brazen. Liked the power of taking control of her destiny. “And I will have you inside me. If not now, then soon, very soon.”
“Don’t tease me when I’m this aroused.”
She ran her hand over the placket of his trousers, stroking his solid length. His manhood was long and thick and hard against her fingers.
“Joanna,” he breathed, his head falling back despite the warning.
“Perhaps I might makeyoucome, Aaron.” She didn’t know how but would improvise. He seemed to like it when her thumb grazed the head of his shaft. “We’ll sneak outside when everyone is in bed, and I’ll touch you beneath the moonlight.”
“Save that thought.” He scooped her into his strong arms and carried her to his bed. “You’ll move into the room next door tonight while I’m downstairs discussing our dilemma. It’s not up for negotiation.”
“What if I hate the decor?” She laughed when he threw her onto the bed. “Should I not inspect the room first?”
“It doesn’t matter. You won’t be sleeping there.” His hand slid under her skirts and over her stocking to the leather sheath still buckled to her thigh. “You’ll come to my room wearing nothing but this tomorrow night.”
“I thought you disapprove of me carrying a blade.”
“A dangerous man needs a dangerous woman. It took all my strength to remove the blade and not ravish you on the stairs.” Cool air breezed over her thighs as he shoved her skirts to her waist and parted her legs. “Will you permit me to take liberties now, Joanna? I’ll not remove my trousers. Not tonight. You have my word.”
“We’re lovers, Aaron.” There was no denying it. They were destined to be lovers from the moment they kissed. How long this love affair lasted was a question she refused to consider. “My body is yours. I give it to you freely.”
“Are you sure that’s wise?” The glint of mischief in his eyes heightened her arousal. “I shall tongue your sex the way I did your mouth.”
As long as she lived, she would never forget the first glide of Aaron’s tongue over her bud. The warm waves of heat. The brush of stubble over the sensitive skin. The tingles down her spine. Every muscle tensing, anticipating release.
But that’s not what made her climax so powerful.
It was him.
The smell of him. The humming sound he made against her sex. The intensity of his gaze when their eyes met. The feel of his fingers pushing deep inside her. The beauty of knowing how badly he wanted her.
“Aaron.” His given name burst from her lips as she shuddered against him, clamping around his fingers while he whispered words of encouragement.
“Hug me and don’t let go. God, you’re so beautiful when you come. I’m so desperate to be inside you it’s driving me insane.”
Somewhere in her hazy mind, she heard a loud thud on the front door. Seconds passed before voices echoed in the hall and Mr Flynn raced upstairs to hammer on Mr Chance’s bedchamber door.
“Aaron? You need to come downstairs.”
He cursed against her bare thigh. “What is it? I’ll be down in a minute.”
“Daventry is here.”
“Pour him a drink. Entertain him while I change.”
But Mr Flynn uttered the damning words that would change Joanna’s life irrevocably. “Daventry said it’s urgent. Something about the magistrate issuing a warrant. They’re going to arrest Miss Lovelace for murder.”
Chapter Thirteen
Aaron was too stunned to move.
