Page 11 of My Favorite Mistake
AndLord! That man knew how to kiss. Fanny was no blushing spring maid, but one sweep of Nick Cradduck’s tongue had her lips trembling and her knees buckling. Fortunately, Nick had no trouble holding her up, which was no surprise given the sculpted shoulders beneath her fingers.God, he was deliciously muscled! She couldn’t wait to get his shirt off.
After a few minutes of devouring each other, she tore her lips from his, needing her head to stop spinning, because she hadplansfor this man. Plans they could not carry out in the middle of a busy roadway. Nick chuckled and pulled her in close, a boyish grin on his lips. “I knew it would be like that between us. I knew as soon as I—wait, where are we going?”
Fanny was dragging him by the arm into a copse of trees off to the side of the house. She stumbled into a little clearing. It was only fifty feet back from the road, but the trees were thick enough that they couldn’t be seen. “This’ll do,” she said, turning back to him.
“This’ll do for what? F-Fanny!” He gave a startled laugh as she started to unbutton his waistcoat. “We… we don’t have to do that today. There’s no rush.”
Having made quick work of his waistcoat, she pulled his shirt from his trousers, then reached up under it. She purred as she ran her hands over the ridged muscles of his bare stomach. “Speak for yourself. After you go and kiss me like that, you shouldn’t be surprised I’m aching for you.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Unless you’re not wanting to?”
He looped one arm around her back and pulled her up against him so that his groin was flush against her stomach, and—
Oh.
Oh.
Oh!
Nick Cradduck wanted her, all right. He wanted hermost impressively.
And Fanny definitely wanted a taste of the prodigious bulge that was straining to make her acquaintance.
“Does that answer your question?” he growled.
“Yes,” she drawled, sweeping a hand down to tease him through his trousers. “It certainly does.”
“Oh, God, Fanny, I—” His head fell back, his face a portrait of ecstasy so pure it might have been pain. “We… we don’t have to do this right now.”
She shoved his shirt up, and for all his words of protest, he lifted his arms to assist her.
“Jigger me tight,” she purred as his chest came into view. She’d never seen the like of Nick Cradduck. She couldn’t possibly be expected to look and not touch, so touch she did. She ran her hands down his arms, which were bulging with muscles, and then back up again for good measure. She heard her own sound of pleasure as she stroked those shoulders, which were so perfect they looked more suited to a sculpture than a man of flesh and blood. She smoothed her hands over the broad, firm planes of his chest, and then paused to tease the tightly coiled muscles of his stomach, and to swirl her fingers in the thickening trail of black hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers.
A vein had popped out on the side of his forehead. Figuring she’d tortured him enough, she pressed a kiss right over his heart as she moved her hands to the buttons of his falls.
He made a harsh sound as she worked the first button free and kissed her way across his chest. “M-maybe we should wait,” he said on a gasp.
“And maybe we shouldn’t.”
“I just—oh, God—I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”
“Oh, I have all kinds of ideas, but they’re not the wrong kind. They’re thebestkind. I think you’ll quite like my ideas.”
She had worked her way over to his nipple, and he made a feral sound as she sucked it hard enough to leave a mark. “I don’t want you to think I said all of that to… to get you here. To get this. What I’ve in mind is a lasting thing, not just one afternoon of—of—”
“Of mind-bending pleasure? Come, Nick, I haven’t even told you my ideas yet. You’ll have to tell me which one you want to try first. There’s the one where I’m flat on my back for you, legs open, waiting for your cock. I want it so bad, I may have to give myself a little rub while I wait for you to get these trousers off.”
“God, Fanny! I—”
She slithered her hands down his stomach, returning to work on the buttons of his falls. “Or maybe you’d prefer to be on your back for me? I know you’re the great horse trainer, but believe me, you’re not the only one who knows how to ride.”
“Fuck,” he bit out as she worked another button free.
By now his trousers were loose enough that she was able to pull out his cock. She took a moment to marvel at it. It wasn’t just that it was long, but it was sothick, and nestled into a nest of black curls. Just looking at it, the spot between her legs clinched, and she felt a drop of liquid running down the inside of her leg.
“Then there’s this idea,” she said, dropping to her knees and pushing his trousers down around his thickly muscled thighs. “Tell me what you think of this one.”
He threaded his fingers into her hair and guided her lips to his cock. But as she pressed a kiss to his tip, he said, “Maybe we should wait.”
She broke away, laughing. “You don’t look like you want to wait.”
