Page 10 of The Secret of My Seduction
“Oh.” Gingerly she put her hands on his shoulders, hesitated, then linked her fingers behind his neck. His hair caught in her grip for a moment, and he felt a renewed surge of lust. Would she grab his hair and hold on to him if he laid her back on the sofa and rode her right now? Would she scream and pull, urging him to be rough and primitive?
God.He was losing his mind. Four or five times? He’d be a madman by the end of tonight. He cupped her hips in both hands and pulled her right against him, her nether curls tight against his erection, separated only by his trousers. It wasn’t enough, but it was better than nothing.
“Do you like your breasts?” He covered them with his hands, appreciating the firm swell and rigid peaks of her nipples.
“What?” She shook her head as if just waking up. “Why do you keep talking?”
Yes, why? Take her now, urged the devil in his brain. “I want to know. I want you to revel in everything I do to you, and in everything you’re going to do to me. Next time,” he added as her eyes flew wide open again.
“I thought this would be much simpler,” she said in a suffocated voice.
“Then you should have asked someone else,” he replied, and took one deep pink nipple between his teeth. She flinched, and he swiped his tongue over her flesh to soothe it, and began to suckle. His hands moved up and down her back, from the plump firmness of her bottom to her bowed shoulders beneath her rippling hair, urging her from side to side or back and forth as suited his explorations. She was soft and supple in his hands, moving readily. Her fingers remained knotted behind his neck, and even when he caught himself wishing she would touch him, Liam managed to keep to his plan: drive her wild. When the first sigh of rapture met his ears, he slipped his hand between their bodies and stroked the dark curls there.
Bathsheba almost leapt off his lap; Liam kept her in place with his free hand around her nape. For a second her dazed eyes met his, then she dropped her head back and began to move in time with the slow strokes of his fingers. Now that she was rocking up and down on her knees, he eased backward so he could watch. The sight of his fingers sliding into her most intimate flesh sent a bolt of heat through him; his blood was scalding him from the inside out. Jaw tight, he pushed one, then two fingers inside her, still teasing that delicate bud with his thumb. Bathsheba moaned aloud; her fingers dug into his shoulders now, her spine moving in a sinuous wave as she rode his hand.
Sweat popped out on his brow.She wants you inside her, screamed the devil.Deep inside her—God, so tight—so wet.Desperately Liam bent his head back to her breast, laving her flesh and sucking hard, so hard there might be a mark later. And she leaned back, almost begging him, her breasts shivering and bouncing every time she breathed.
She began panting, her breath catching with every stroke. Gritting his teeth, he pushed his fingers as deep inside her as he could, withdrawing and thrusting deep again, the way he ought to be doing with a different body part. Watching feverishly, he ran his other hand over the damp curls, ruthlessly exposing the deep pink flesh and then spread that flesh open to show the pearl that held the key to her pleasure.
Speared on his left hand, driven onward by his right, Bathsheba flushed from her hair to her pretty little breasts, and rode him hard. Almost suffocating with arousal, Liam pushed her toward climax, trying to hold back his own. He’d thought this would be a bit less engrossing, a bit more scientific, but now he was nearly frantic to make her come so he could let loose the explosion building at the back of his mind.
Her arms tensed; she gasped for breath; the ripples of climax shuddered over her belly and a hot wetness covered his fingers, deep inside her. Liam cupped his right hand hard over her mound and let go, not even caring that he was spending himself in his trousers like a schoolboy. Bathsheba gave a long, sweet exclamation of release, and the world went dark around him for a moment.
Chapter Five
If Bathsheba had thought taking off her gown in front of Liam was awkward, it was nothing to the feeling when she opened her eyes after the last glorious thunderclaps of climax had died away and found herself draped over Liam, naked but for her stockings.
Good heavens.
Tentatively she tried to wiggle free, but her hands were caught behind him. He had fallen against the sofa, his head thrown back with an expression that could only be called fierce. Reality splashed over her in a cold wave. Now she was going to have to dress, probably while he watched, and then say good night. A long, chilly ride in the carriage would follow, and then she’d have to hope Danny had already gone to bed. There was no way on earth she could keep her expression neutral if her brother were waiting up to ask how her evening had gone. And if Danny found out she’d lied to him and snuck out to meet Liam, for the express purpose of debauchery, Bathsheba didn’t even know how she would endure it.
Liam opened his eyes. They were a clear slate gray now. For a moment the two of them just gazed at each other, his face calm and serene and hers, no doubt, blotchy from embarrassment.
“That’s lesson one,” he murmured.
Stiffly she nodded.
“When do you want lesson two?”
Now.The thought streaked across her mind before she could stop it. “I can come away again on Friday,” she said.
“No good,” he replied, skimming one hand over her bare thigh. “I’ve a dinner engagement.”
She frowned slightly, trying to ignore his touch. Danny would not expect her to go out on Saturday evening, and it seemed wrong to arrange an illicit rendezvous on Sunday, the Lord’s Day. “Monday next?”
“Tomorrow.” He grinned, lazy and tempting. “Tell Danny you’ve joined a sewing circle.”
“He’d never believe that!” She pressed her lips together. “I don’t usually go out more than once or twice a week.”
“Tell him you’ve met someone,” said Liam. “At the assembly rooms.”
She raised her brows. “And when he declares he’s going to accompany me the next time, to meet this hopeful suitor? Or expects the man to call on me at home? Don’t be daft. Danny’s got one strong arm left, and he’ll draw your cork.”
Liam seemed interested in that. “Would he? You think he’d disapprove of me?”
Danny would strongly—violently—disapprove of Liam taking off his sister’s clothing and doing all sorts of wicked things to her. Liam’s hand was still between her legs, brushing almost absently over the curling hair he had so boldly pushed aside. Something deep inside her belly contracted at the memory of his fingers moving inside her, and his mouth twitched in a satisfied smile; he knew.
Blushing, Bathsheba struggled to her feet, then felt even more exposed standing naked in front of him. She grabbed the twisted ball of undergarments and began tugging them apart. “We both know you aren’t going to call in Totman Street and tell Danny I asked you to bed me.”
