Page 17 of The Rakehell's Seduction
They reached the archway and walked through it. Behind them the garden remained full of the guests, but ahead of her and Ambrose, there was a wooded glen.
“Where are we going?” Alex drew up short as she realized they were almost out of sight and shouting distance of the remainder of the guests.
“We’re going to have it out, my dear. It’s time we had a little chat about salty porridge, cow fields, and it’s about damned time I did this…”
He spun her around, and she was swept toward his mouth as he claimed her with a kiss.
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Ambrose captured Alex’s lips in a ravenous kiss. She thumped her hands against his chest in a mixture of shock and protestation, but when he cupped her face in his hands and deepened the kiss, his rough fingers against her skin, she had to admit she didn’t want him to stop.
A thrill shot through her as she felt his tongue trace the seam of her lips, probing against the line of her mouth, and she wondered what she was meant to do. She was so new to this type of intimacy, and he was so practiced. She closed her eyes in wonder, waiting to experience what he would teach her with his hands and mouth next.
“Open for me, love,” he murmured against her mouth, and she did.
A little gasp escaped her when his tongue slipped inside her lips. Her tongue sought his, playing with it, and she reveled in the wicked sensation of how it felt to kiss a man like this. It wasn’t chaste, wasn’t sweet. It was a raw, carnal, pleasurable kiss she didn’t want to end.
Ambrose curled one arm around her waist, panting softly as he moved her backward. She tripped over a clump of grass, and they tumbled to the ground. They shared a startled laugh, but Ambrose demanded her attention again, molding her body to his beneath him. He slowed his gentle assault on her senses, drawing back to gaze down at her. Propped on his elbows as he was, hips pressing against hers, she was fully trapped, yet the questioning in his eyes undid her. She knew in that moment if she demanded he let her up, he would have let her go. It was reassuring, and yet she felt in charge too, which made her feel safe, even when they were doing something that could lead to her ruination if they were discovered.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered.
He bent his head, licked her lips, and nibbled them. Alex whimpered, rolling her hips against his, seeking something she barely understood. It was hard to describe, but from the moment he kissed her, she’d begun to surrender to the wild urges rising from the darkness inside her, a wicked need to feel him, to lie skin to skin with him in the grass and not care what anyone would think.
“You’re killing me, sweetheart,” he growled in warning.
“It hurts…it’s throbbing,” she confessed against his neck. She nipped his right earlobe before she pressed kisses to his neck. His skin was slightly salty from a faint sheen of sweat, and she found that strangely erotic. He wasn’t some fantasy she’d dreamed up—he was a real man who was kissing her, driving her mad with desire.
His hands turned frantic, tugging at her gown, rucking it up past her hips. Ambrose shoved her petticoats up until he got one hand into her drawers and cupped her mound. She jolted at the sudden possessive but gentle touch.
“Tell me no if you want me to stop,” he murmured between kisses against her lips.
“No, don’t…stop…” She panted hard as she sought to adjust to the wild building of excitement in her body. This was absolutely a terrible idea, and she couldn’t fathom why she wanted him to touch her and kiss her when they’d only known each other for a day, but there was something about him that drove her a little mad…
Ambrose stole another kiss before he slipped one finger between her thighs and into her.
“Oh!” She jerked at the feeling of the intrusion. It was frightening and exciting and strange. He was touching her there, inside. She shivered and clung to him, watching his eyes, searching for any hint that he would take it too far before she was ready. But only a gentle, burning hunger was in his gaze, and it was layered with an urgency she felt inside herself.
“Shh…relax for me, sweetheart,” he encouraged.
She cupped his face and kissed him, relaxing into his touch.
Alex’s breath left her in a soft rush when he began to slide his finger in and out. His penetration of her deepened and quickened. Ambrose commanded a mastery of her, with hands and lips, creating a physical symphony of pleasure. It built and built, the tension inside her wound tight as a band. When his tongue began to mimic the thrusting erotic play of his finger, it was too much for her body to bear. Alex shattered into a million glittering stars, her release tearing through her like a strong tide.
When she finally drifted down to earth, she was dimly aware of Ambrose’s hand leaving her and pulling her skirts down to her knees. He was groaning as he shifted on the ground.
“Bloody hell, I won’t be able to walk for a minute,” he panted in obvious frustration.
Confused, Alex looked over at his lap and then saw the bulge in his trousers. “Are you…do you need me to…” She had to admit she was rather fascinated by the idea of touching him in the way he had intimately touched her. He’d pleasured her, and surely it was only fair that she reciprocate—not that she had any idea what to do except touch him.
Ambrose threw his head back and sighed. “I won’t ask that of you, love. You’re sweet to offer, but…” He shook his head.
“I want to.” She reached for the placket of his trousers before he could stop her, and his body responded by jerking at her exploring touch.
“Fuck!” His rough curse would have made her blush if her own face wasn’t already flaming from her determination to discover the secrets of his body.
“What do I do?” she asked in a husky whisper, her fingers trailing down the length of his erect shaft.
