Page 78 of The Confessions of a Lady
They froze for an infinite moment as her body adjusted to him, welcoming his hard flesh into her soft core.
Gripping her bare bottom in one hand and covering her corseted breast with the other, he plunged deeper. Each pulse of his hips scraped his cock against raw nerve endings. Penny felt her channel stretch and clench around him, the pleasure a growing inferno as he slammed into her again. And again. And again. She held him tight with her thighs, clenching her innerwalls with each lunge, her nails scratching down his back as he increased the rhythm.
‘More.’ She urged him on, pulling her breast free and pinching her own nipple, needing the bite of pain to ground her.
Liam swore, the filthy words only heightening her pleasure as he watched her fingers flicking and rubbing the rose-puckered flesh. ‘Yes. Show me what you want. What you need.’
She pinched again, the burn intensifying as he drove her higher, faster. ‘You. I only want you.’ She closed her eyes and flew off the precipice as he grew impossibly harder inside her tight body. His final thrust pinned her against the wall as they fractured apart, splintered together, fused into one pulsing heartbeat.
Liam was reasonably certain his spirit left his body. He sank with Penny to the floor, and they sat in a tangled heap, catching their breaths as the echoes of pleasure spasmed through him.
‘Dear God, woman. I won’t survive a year of marriage with you, let alone a lifetime.’
She stroked a hand down his bare chest, her nipple peeking out from the plain cotton corset. It was all he could see of her body. The puckered bud of dark-pink flesh contrasting against the pale swell of her breast while the rest of her was covered in black cotton. Her white apron was still tied neatly around her waist. Yet he sat on the floor, completely naked. The dichotomy was unspeakably erotic.
‘At least we’ll die happy.’ Her throaty laugh did something to his heart.
He stood slowly, walked to the basin on the far side of the room, wet a towel, and cleaned himself before taking a freshcloth, dipping it in the water, and returning to Penny. He took his time lifting her skirts and wiping her flesh clean, giving equal attention to the sensitive curve of her inner thigh, the inner and outer lips of her labia, the hood covering her clitoris and the still-swollen cluster of nerves. When he was done, her breaths came hard and fast.
‘You are a very wicked man.’ Penny’s words were rough with new need.
‘I know. At this rate, we’ll never leave my room.’ He pulled her to her feet, pressing a lingering kiss against her mouth.
A loud knock sounded on the door and Penny froze in his arms. She pushed him away, tucking her beautiful breast back into her corset and quickly buttoning her dress. Which was a laughable effort as her hair was still in disarray, her neck marked from his teeth, and her lips swollen from his kisses. And he still stood naked in the middle of the room. No one who walked through the door would remain ignorant of what they’d been doing. It was obvious. And Liam welcomed the discovery. He didn’t want to hide his feelings for Penny any longer. Or his intentions to make her his wife. It was sure to cause a stir with the staff below-stairs, but anyone who gave Penny so much as a glare would be immediately dismissed.
She picked up his robe and threw it at him before wildly wrestling her hair back into some semblance of order.
Liam took his time putting on his robe while another knock sounded, this time more insistent.
Penny looked behind her at Liam, nodding insistently at the sash which hung loose. He smirked and tied it.
Exhaling a shaky breath, she opened the door and her shoulders tightened.
‘Mr Coggins.’ Penny’s voice was a high squeak.
Of all the bloody people to be on the other side of the door, Mr Coggins was the absolute last individual Penny hoped to see. So of course, it was the smug butler who took in her appearance, looked behind her to Liam, and tightened his mouth in a disgusted smirk.
What would Coggins say when he found out she was soon to be his mistress? Nothing kind, Penny was willing to wager.
Without sparing her a second glance, he pushed past Penny and strode into the room. His training was evident as he quickly rearranged his face into an expression of deference. His mouth softened into a neutral line. His eyes remained on the floor in front of Liam’s feet. He clasped his hands behind his back. Or he would have, if one hand wasn’t already holding something. A letter.
Penny squinted at the thing and her tummy flipped. The paper carried the seal of the Devil’s Sons.
‘I’m sorry to interrupt your breakfast.’
Bravo, Coggins.
The word held zero innuendo, though it was painfully obvious to all of them exactly what he’d been interrupting.
‘As am I. This better be important, Coggins.’ Liam was displaying his full power as marquess. His words were clipped, his tone austere. He threw his shoulders back and glared at Coggins.
‘It is, my lord. And I’m glad Miss Smith is here as it also concerns her.’
He’d found her letter. The sneaky bastard had probably gone through her room the night before while the servants wererevelling below-stairs and Penny was swanning about above-stairs. So, he would also know she wasn’t in her room, feeling ill.
Damnation!
Would this create a crack in her newly built foundation with Liam? He knew she had been investigating him, but he didn’t know the boundaries she’d been willing to breach to find evidence against him.
