Page 47 of Pursuing Lord Pascal
She smiled and rose on her toes to trace his jaw with her lips. Heat seared a path across his skin, and he started shaking. She was the only woman in Creation who could make him tremble. The whisper of her breath across his face spurred his pulse to a gallop. “You want to be the only blackguard who paws me?”
“Hell, yes,” he hissed and turned his head to catch her mouth with his.
Immediately she curved against him, and her lips opened with a hunger that matched his. He lashed his arms around her, bringing her so close that she could be in no doubt of his readiness. She tasted of spicy honey with a hint of champagne. Her female scent filled his senses, made him drunk on her fragrance.
“Damn it, Amy, this is excruciating.” Reluctantly he drew away. “Will you meet me tomorrow?”
She raised a gloved hand to stroke his cheek. “Silas and Caro are down from Leicestershire, and we’re spending the day together.”
“Come to me instead. Please.” In his rakish past, he’d never pleaded with a woman.
“I can’t.” Her smile conveyed regret, but damn it, not enough. “You know I can’t.”
He scowled, knowing he was unfair, but incapable of hiding his frustration. “All I know is that I feel like I’m starving to death for want of you.”
She cast a sideways glance toward the couch near the fire. He read the thought before she spoke, and a shocked thrill shuddered through him. She was the most exciting woman he’d ever known. Through the heady progress of their affair, she’d become breathtakingly reckless.
“We could do something tonight.” Her voice was a thread of sound, and pink tinged her cheeks. “Here.”
Eagerness vied with caution. He’d never regarded himself as the chivalrous type, but he guarded Amy’s good name like a sheepdog guarded a lamb. “That’s not why I asked you to meet me.”
“I know.” Her voice strengthened, and she spoke with more urgency. He couldn’t doubt that she wanted this. “But with the crowds at supper, nobody will notice our absence. Even if they do, they’ll think we’re in the gardens, or admiring the art in the gallery. There’s time.”
His cock responded predictably to her suggestion. “It’s still risky.”
She pressed her lips to his in a quick kiss that promised more to come. “You’re not the only one who hungers, Gervaise.”
Heat rippled through him. Heat—and gratitude for lovely women who turned a man’s world to bright sunshine. How couldhe resist? He caught her hand, then stared thwarted at the row of tiny buttons fastening her long red gloves.
Wanton anticipation vibrated in her laugh. “It will take you an hour to undo them. And another hour to do them up again. My maid nearly went cross-eyed, dressing me tonight.”
“Blasted impractical rags you women wear,” he muttered.
A soft huff of amusement. “I thought you liked my new ensemble.”
“I want your hands on me.”
“I do, too.” She curled her gloved fingers around his and drew him toward the couch. “Next time.”
He resisted. “I have a better idea.”
An idea that threatened to incinerate his brain to ash, it was so audacious.
So far in bed, they hadn’t progressed much beyond the basics. The pleasure of having her lying beneath him was more than enough. He never tired of the rapturous surprise glowing in her eyes with every climax. It still appalled him that her old duffer of a husband hadn’t had the gumption to value what he had. Wilfred Mowbray had had paradise in his grasp, and he hadn’t known it.
But perhaps tonight offered Pascal a chance to try something a little more exotic.
Curiosity lit her eyes to bright green. “Oh?”
He caught her hips and turned her toward the desk, then released her to take off his coat. “Trust me.”
“I trust you.” Her ready agreement made him smile. It had taken him a long time to gain her trust. Now he had it, he intended to keep it. “Do you want me to get onto the desk?”
“You don’t sound shocked.”
She shrugged, although intriguingly her blush intensified. “I bow to your greater experience.”
He wanted to tell her that what they shared beggared his experience. With Amy, there was an emotional link he’d never felt before. Old, familiar moves seemed new and meaningful. But right now, she was ready and willing, and time ran away with a speed he cursed to Hades.
