Page 90 of The Last Chance
“What? But Lucia is too meek to play the coquette.”
Slipping the last button on his trousers, he pushed the garment past his hips. His manhood hung between his legs, thickand heavy, but the sight of Joanna rolling down her stockings stiffened his cock in seconds.
“The best actresses know how to fool people.”
“I think Lucia stole the dagger and hid it upstairs in my club. I think she moved the carriage to block your view of the entrance.” She paused, petticoat half-raised, and admired his engorged flesh. “You have a body made for sin. After an hour of passionate lovemaking this morning, what made you think I could ever stay away?”
“It would have killed me, too,” he said, closing the gap between them and helping her undress. “But I’m used to making sacrifices. Why would I risk your life for selfish reasons? That’s not love.”
She stared as he drew her chemise over her head.
“What is love for you, Aaron?” she said, smoothing her hands over his chest. “Is it that the heat of my skin sets you on fire? Is it the gnawing ache when you see me, the one that never goes away?”
“It’s that and more.” He bent his head, grazing his mouth over hers, moving along her jaw to the sweet spot below her ear. “It’s everything about you,” he whispered. “I’m in love with you. I feel like I’ve always been in love with you.”
Something about those words stoked the flames of their desire. He was suddenly kissing her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin, gripping her hips.
“There’s nothing more romantic than a man who makes sacrifices for a woman,” she breathed, tilting her head to give him unrestricted access. “But I’d rather you were selfish. I’d rather you take me to bed and show me why I’m right to risk my life, why there’s nowhere I belong but in your arms.”
With a growl of hunger, he carried her to bed.
“How many ways will you have me tonight?” she teased.
He wanted her in every way possible, wanted to use histongue and his cock to brand her. Wanted to devour every inch of her porcelain skin. To breathe her in so she consumed him.
“Only one way,” he said, rising above her and nudging her legs open. “I want to look at you and feel your skin pressed to mine. Tonight isn’t about gratification. It’s about the incredible bond neither of us ever expected to feel.”
She gazed up at him as he settled between her thighs. “I love you.”
Hell, he felt like the richest of men. “I love you. More than I can express in words.” He claimed her mouth in a searing kiss that had her wrapping her thighs around him and grinding against his erection.
“I want you inside me, Aaron.” A haze of desire darkened her blue eyes. “Don’t wait. We have hours to indulge in other pleasures.”
“I need to go on a short journey first.”
“A journey? Where?”
“To paradise,” he teased, moving down between her legs, impatient to sate his hunger. “I intend to devour every inch of you.” He hooked his arms under her legs and pulled her closer.
The scent of her arousal was more potent than the smoke in a demimonde opium den. He hissed sharply before slipping his tongue through her pretty pink folds.
“Aaron!” She arched her back, rolling her hips in time to every deep suck and circle of her bud. “Don’t stop.”
He buried his face in her sex, indulging in an erotic, open-mouthed kiss. She came apart when he entered her with his tongue, her body shuddering as she came hard.
Aaron rose above her, taking his cock in hand. “Say you want me, love.”
“I want you so badly, I can barely breathe.”
He pushed into her body, her wet heat hugging him as he stretched her wide and buried himself to the hilt. He lookeddown at her, this beautiful woman who had changed his life, an all-consuming blaze of affection stealing his breath.
Then he moved, sliding in and out of her, a slow, hypnotic kind of lovemaking. Hot. Intense. Each thrust measured to bring ultimate stimulation.
Joanna ran her hands over his tense biceps, over the taut muscles in his back, every caress drawing his ballocks tighter, sending his pulse soaring.
He liked the way she panted as she took him deep.
He liked her muttered moans of appreciation.
