Page 92 of The Secret of Flirting
He seized the reprieve eagerly and set about arousing her in every fashion he knew. He tongued and sucked and fondled her breasts. He kissed every inch of her delectable belly, licked her navel and then her quim, brought her to the brink of satisfaction until she was moaning and begging and clearly needing him as much as he needed her.
Desperately, madly.Now.
Only then did he slide inside her, reveling in the smooth wetness of her... in the tight fit of her, like a hot glove... in the sweet, luscious smell and taste and essence of her surrounding him as he pounded into her in search of that unnamable thing he wanted and dared not reach for.
Her face grew flushed and her eyes glazed over. “Gregory... oh yes,mon coeur... yes... like that...mon amour, mon amour, mon amour!”
And as she reached her release, her delicious quim squeezing and kneading his cock, the wordsmy love, my love, my lovechimed in his brain, triggering his own explosive climax, which seemed to go on and on until he fell exhausted atop her.
And as he lay there, pillowed by her softness, with her arms wrapped about him and her legs entangled with his, he thought,My love.
But he was too much of a coward to say it.
Twenty-Two
Monique lay in Gregory’s arms, her heart broken and bleeding. She was foolish to expect love from a man like him. Yet now that she knew how desperately she loved him, she wanted him to love her in return. And he just didn’t. He desired her, but that was all.
It wasn’t enough. After all these years, she finally understood why Grand-maman had gone against her family, why she’d fled with Grandpapa, why she’d never regretted her decision. Because love was a powerful feeling that made one do mad things.
Like give oneself to a man who apparently couldn’t love. Or at least couldn’t loveher.
“Gregory?” she murmured.
“Hmm?”
“I must go. My maid will wonder what I’m doing.”
He pulled her close. “It’s early yet. Stay awhile.” He gazed into her face with heavy-lidded eyes. “You’re a princess. You can stay out as late as you like.”
“I’m not a princess, and no, I can’t.”
She tried to leave his arms, but he held her fast. “Please, my sweet,” he said hoarsely. “Don’t go just yet.”
Her eyes burned with tears. “All right.”
In truth, she didn’t want to go. She wanted to stay in his arms forever, but that was unwise. And he knew it. He just didn’t want to accept it.
She ought to argue with him about his plans. She ought to point out again the futility of going against Danworth. But she didn’t have the heart for it, and she doubted anything she said would change his mind.
Besides, he looked so peaceful lying next to her, with his arms wrapped about her.
“What will you do?” she asked.
He clearly knew what she meant. “I don’t know. But Danworth has no evidence.”
“What does it matter, as long as he has insinuation on his side? As he said, all he need do is rouse suspicions concerning your father’s death, and you’ll be ruined. He won’t need to prove it in a court of law.”
“True.” His brow furrowed as if something had occurred to him, and he shifted to lie back and stare at the ceiling. “Insinuation is a powerful thing.”
“Yes! That’s what I’ve been saying!”
Glancing over at her, he smiled. “Have you any idea how fetching you are when you’re in a temper?” He slid his hand over her breast. “How desirable?”
She fought the need he roused in her blood. “Mon Dieu, you’re insatiable,” she said, removing his hand. “I must go.”
With a sigh, he fell back against his pillow. “I suppose you must. And I have to speak to Hart tonight, anyway.”
“About what?”
