Page 74 of Her Tempting Traitor
Unwilling to allow him to think she wasupsetwith his ministrations—when nothing could be further from the truth—she wriggled in his hold, turning to face the wall of the barn, and yanked her skirts up.
“Gabby, what are ye?—”
She pulled the skirts of her dark gray gown—the most utilitarian of the ones Bull had picked out for her undercover persona—over the curve of her arse and thrust backward, capturing his hardness in her eager cleft. Could he feel how wet she was already?
Cassian’s only response was a groan as he reached for her wrists. He planted them against the wooden wall, holding her there as he pressed forward once more, his cock pushing against his trousers and the split in her bloomers. “Gabby, we cannae…” he rasped against the back of her neck.
Oh, but they could.
“I am practicing being adventurous,” she gasped, grinding her wetness against him, unable to believe how quickly her body responded to him. “Cassian,please.”
With another growl, he dropped his vise hold on one wrist to fumble for the buttons of his trousers. In one swift motion he pulled his cock free and slid it gently into her weeping core.
Only biting down hard on her lower lip—the lip which had so recently been tucked between his teeth—kept Gabby from groaning.
Cassian’s breath was harsh in her ear as he plunged into her again and again.
“Keep yer moans quiet, lass,” he rasped, pressing a kiss on her neck. “Ye’ll never…make a…good spy…good Christ,” he groaned, slamming into her hard enough to press her against the wall.
Gabby was dimly aware this position was called theSoldier and the CrucibleinA Harlot’s Guide, that particularly educational text her Aunt Georgia had shared with her…but it had never mentioned how pleasurableroughsex could be.
And this most definitelywasrough, in the most delicious way. “Cassian,” she whimpered.
His hand left her wrist to clamp down around her mouth—too hard, too exciting. Was this what being a spy was like? Frantic fooking up against a wall? Gabby’s eyes rolled back in her head as the pleasure—the excitement—of the moment threatened to overwhelm her.
“Remember…the guard,” he muttered in her ear. “Ye cannae…let anything…disrupt…yerfocus.”
Gabby thrust her arse back—oh, God, this angle was even better!—and smiled against his hand. From his heavy breathing, she knew he felt it. His hand moved from her hip to the front of her pelvis, searching among the folds of her skirt for her core.
He didn’t need to touch her skin, not directly. As soon as the heel of his palm pressed above her clitoris, Gabby went wild.
The noises she made—well, thank goodness Cassian was muffling them. He pressed her forward against the wall, her fingers clutching at the wood, as he plunged into herharder and harder. Her pleasure climbed and climbed and he rubbed at her through the wool of her skirts, and when she finally came?—
“Gabby,” he whispered harshly as she mewled against his hand, her ecstasy making it impossible not to makesomesound. He’d frozen as she spasmed around him, her hips bucking gently.
As her orgasm faded, her muscles relaxed, and he pulled his hand away from her mouth—oh God, had she drooled all over him? She would need to apologize, except…
Except Cassian had dropped that hand to his cock, pulling it from her and jerking it once, twice…and with a faint grunt, he allowed his seed to erupt across the wooden wall of the elephant barn.
They would…they would have to blame it on Jerry and Steve…
Gabby slumped there, her skirts still askew, her breathing hard, as he tucked himself in as if he were used to doing this sort of thing in the middle of a mission.
He had worked with all men. Surely he was notusedto it.
Ah. But they had set up the meeting in the brothel…
Cassian stepped forward, and with no-nonsense movements, righted her clothing. He kissed her once on the mouth, hard, then pulled out his timepiece. “Right on time.”
“Wh-What?” she managed.
Another kiss, and she felt his lips pull into a smile around hers. Then he stepped back. “Start counting, love. At one hundred, Gus and I are both counting on ye for a distraction.”
And then he was gone.
Oh.
Oh yes.
