Page 62 of One Wicked Secret
She gasped as the cool night air gave way to the scorching heat of his mouth on her collarbone. “Don’t stop, Daniel.”
Consumed by him, she threaded her fingers into his hair, urging him lower, where her breasts were so full and heavy they ached.
The reasons for their estrangement vanished when his mouth closed over her nipple and he sucked her through the fabric of her nightgown. Every circle and flick of his tongue, every deep draw on the tight peak, drove her wild. Only he could make her feel like this … so hot and wet and mindless with passion.
It’s you. It’s only you. No one but you.
If she chanted it silently a hundred times, it might be true.
Please let it be true!
I would have spent the night with you at The Raven, bought you cologne, spent every moment of my life loving you.
So much for preaching about new beginnings.
A host of fears plagued her mind.
But then he straightened, his mouth on hers again, and she forgot about the world—the questions, the doubts. Nothing mattered but his hands on her buttocks and the grinding of his manhood against her throbbing centre.
“I want to taste you everywhere,” came his husky growlas he nuzzled her neck. “Tell me your arm doesn’t hurt. Tell me you want to come against my mouth. Tell me, Elsa.”
“I don’t care what you do,” she whispered, the words slipping out on a sultry groan. “Not when it’s like this.” Not when it felt like he loved her, too. Not when he dropped to his knees at her feet and slipped his hands slowly under her nightgown.
The soft brush of his mouth on her thigh stole her sanity.
“Hold up your nightgown. Open your legs.”
Her body had a will of its own. Like a wanton, she stood sheltering beneath the tree in the rain, baring herself, desperate to feel the pleasure he promised.
“Don’t be shy. No one can see you, no one but me,” he reassured her. “Hold on to me. Hook one leg over my shoulder. I won’t let you fall.”
She already had, so far that the only place left was to fall deeper into him. This was dangerous on every level. How was she supposed to guard her heart when he insisted on removing every barrier?
A delectable hum left his lips. “I’ve imagined you like this, pink, wet, and glistening.” He gripped her buttocks, anchoring her to his mouth as he began tonguing her folds. “You smell so good, Elsa.”
Oh, this man!
This man licked the centre of her desire, sucked her swollen nub.
This man made every part of her ache.
“Daniel!”
Lost in the heat of his erotic kiss, she was panting, chasing her breath and the climax that was almost within reach. Her legs started shaking as tension built inside. Thenhe drove his tongue into her and she came apart with a keen cry.
He was on his feet, sinking his fingers into her sex, pumping slowly, whispering all the things he was going to do when he took her upstairs to bed.
“Mr Dalton? Are you out here?” Signora Conti’s distant call reached their ears. An edge of panic laced her voice. “Sir? I do not wish to disturb you, but the man, he said it is urgent.”
Daniel tore his mouth from hers but kept her pressed against the tree trunk, his long fingers buried inside her. “Tell him to return tomorrow.”
Elsa froze, panting from the rush of pleasure, longing for more.
“There is a problem at the docks,” came Signora Conti’s desperate whisper. “The constable, he must speak to you about the river pirates.”
“Mother of all saints!” he muttered through gritted teeth. He met her gaze, a silent apology in his dark eyes. “I’m so damn hard for you, love. I need to be inside you, filling you, pushing deep.” He mimicked the action with his fingers, the slick sound evidence of her arousal. “Give me three minutes and we’ll continue this upstairs.”
“I suspect you’ll be longer than three minutes.” A constable would only call to report a crime. “Go. I’ll follow in a moment.”
