Page 20 of Wicked With You
“Show me then,” she whispered, sweetly provocative. “I assure you my supposed delicate sensibilities will not be distressed or shocked.” Another pause. “Or perhaps that is what I want…do shock me, Simon.”
Zeus seemed to have gotten over his shock and circled them, yipping and whining, unsure whether his mistress was being attacked and jealous of Simon’s proximity to her. Seeming to decide she was safe, he started to chase a few butterflies.
Henrietta slipped her hands around his neck and lightly kissed his mouth. Simon groaned. He pulled her closer to him, flushing her body tightly to his, allowing her to feel his desire as it throbbed through their clothes and begged to be let free. He deepened their kiss, holding the middle of her shoulders with one hand, while the other cupped one of her luscious buttocks. He squeezed her to him as his mouth and tongue took possession of hers. He did not have the willpower to let her go, and he did not know if he meant right at this moment or forever.
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Hot,electric sensations hummed through her whole body. Henrietta had lost any capacity for denial. She wanted his kiss; she wanted this. As he pulled her closer, fitting her body against his, she threaded her fingers into his hair. Simon’s mouth covered hers hungrily, leaving her lips burning with fire.
Henrietta never imagined a kiss was like this…that it had such power to evoke a hot longing throughout her entire body or the power to stir the tenderest emotions in her heart. Clutching his shoulders, she arched against his body, giving herself over to the persuasive mastery of his sensual kiss. Their tongues glided against each other in an evocative dance. They kissed until her mouth felt bruised and swollen. Simon pulled from her, breathing raggedly.
His tongue slid lazily over her pulse, setting her senses aflame.
“God, how I’ve been aching for you,” he muttered against the hollow base of her throat.
The words did not feel seductive. They were more a growl of frustration.
“I do not want to want you either,” she gasped.
“Then we are mutually decided this is madness.”
“Yes,” she breathed, trembling when he nipped her flesh.
His lips recaptured hers, more demanding this time.
She cupped his face in her hands and moaned as Simon’s tongue teased and coaxed and ravished. Henrietta tried to throttle the thrilling currents racing through her heart but was helpless against the sensations wending through her.
Her world narrowed to the press of his fingers against her hips. Shock darted through her when he cupped her buttocks in his large hands and lifted her more against him. Something hard pressed into the soft of her belly. A sweet ache trembled low in Henrietta’s stomach, and a weak feeling assailed her.
Simon’s mouth ravished hers with savage intensity. Henrietta did not protest when he tugged her down, so they landed against the thick verdant grass. His hands tugged at her gown, pushing it over her knees and thighs. Yet she did not protest, lost in the sensual haze.
His fingers touched her inner thigh, and she went molten with heat. Henrietta chased the sensation, arching her spine. Then he was touching her there, at a place that was wet and aching. Her whole body burned with mortification and excitement.
He tore his mouth from her and looked down between her legs.Oh, God. A hard groan echoed from him as he stared at her wantonly splayed legs and watched what his fingers were doing. Those fingers stroked through the wet curls covering her womanhood, sliding over her flesh until he found that nub of pleasure. She started to close her legs instinctively, but Simon rubbed it, and pleasure seized Henrietta.
She cried out, “Simon!”
“Shh, I have you,” he said, strain evident in his tone.
It felt marvelously wicked. He rubbed and stroked that nub over and over. Hot pleasure coiled in her belly, almost frightening in its intensity. Then to her scandalized shock, a long finger entered her body. The intrusion felt…odd, then he moved that finger. Henrietta gave a startled, breathy cry, and her whole body bowed against his. This was far too wicked.
She gripped his head and brought his mouth to hers. Henrietta caught his lower lip between her teeth, and a groan hissed from him, but he did not let up on his ministrations. His finger stroked into her, over and over, while his thumb flicked and pressed against her nub. She grew mindless with want, unable to care anymore about the wetness he drew from her body with each glide of his finger.
Henrietta curled into the curve of his body, and Simon clasped her tenderly against him, a stark contrast to the raw and provocative way he tormented the aching flesh between her thighs. His wicked lovemaking set fire through her spine and up to her breasts, which grew heavy. Everything inside her body seemed constricted into a tight, agonized ball of unending sensation. The tight coil low in her belly shattered, and waves of pleasure flowed through her, and she sobbed against his kisses.
His hand vanished from her body, and he dragged her dress down. Simon moved his hand gently down her back, the stroking of his fingers soothing. Henrietta lay in his arms for long minutes until the shaking in her body stopped, and her heart calmed. She slowly realized the taut tension in his body had also eased.
“Henrietta?”
She tensed. “Yes?”
“Shall we go fishing?”
A soft laugh spilled from her, and she pressed her forehead against his chest. Somehow she knew he understood her at this moment, that she did not want to discuss and dissect what happened or what it meant.
“Yes, let’s go fishing.”
Simon assisted her to her feet, and they went to the river. They fished, and she laughed as he showed her how to bait the hook. Simon caught four large trout, and Henrietta watched, fascinated when he took a knife from his bag, gutted and scaled them. It bemused her to see an earl gathering twigs, but she helped him and soon they had a fire roaring. She sat on a large stone, holding a fish that had been speared onto a stick and rubbed with leaves and salt and thyme from his bag over the fire.
