Page 17 of Revealing a Rogue
She sat up abruptly. “I’m so sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?” He caressed her cheek, where the seam of his coat had left an indentation. “As your fiancé, it is my duty to see to your comfort and needs.”
The flare of interest he’d been hoping for blazed in her blue eyes. Landon trailed a finger down her neck and along her collar bone. Her breath hitched.
Bronwyn’s gaze fixed on his mouth. Was she waiting for him to kiss her?
He leaned in and gently pressed his lips to hers. She released a moan that prompted him to trail his tongue along the seam of her lips. She parted her lips, and the desire to devour her was overwhelming. From years of working alongside her, Landon had learned Bronwyn was a quick study, but the enchanting shift of her lips against his had him eager to explore and discover which of his caresses would send her over the edge. Would she entrust him with her body? There was but one way to find out.
He pulled back slightly. Bronwyn was not ready to end the kiss. She pressed closer, extracting a deep growl from him as she reclaimed his mouth. He eased his tongue back into her mouth to explore and then began to withdraw. She surprised him as she captured his tongue between her lips. Oh. How he wanted her lips to circle other parts of his anatomy.
Nibbling on her neck, Landon mumbled, “If you continue to kiss me that way, we’ll have to cut our journey short and wed by special license.”
Bronwyn hooked her arms around his neck and guided his head back to her. Rather than reclaiming her rosy lips, he dipped his head lower and licked the valley between her breasts. Bronwyn’s sharp gasp was followed by a sweet purr. She edged forward, rocking her hips closer to him. As if connected, his body mimicked her movements. Ignoring the raging need to explore further, Landon grunted as he loosened his hold. He wasn’t about to take Bronwyn for the first time in a bloody coach. His body rebelled at his morality.
Short of breath, she asked, “How much longer until we reach Scotland?”
“We’ve merely begun our journey. At least another three or four days.”
Bronwyn straightened and sat, staring wide-eyed at him. “Three days?”
“At least.”
Bronwyn’s brow creased into a frown, but her eyes were bright, still lit with desire.
“I promise I’ll do whatever necessary to see to your comfort.”
Her lips twisted into a smirk. “You promise?”
Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips beckoned for kisses. He’d agree to anything at that moment. Landon swallowed hard and nodded. “On one condition…you have to tell me specifically what causes you discomfort.”
It was Bronwyn’s turn to swallow hard.
She slid her hand over his shoulder and began kneading the back of his neck. Her touch melted some of his anxiety over her answer. Leaning forward, she flicked his earlobe once before capturing it between her lips. Damn, the woman had learned his preferences fast. With a groan, he pushed her back, placing another inch of distance between them.
He needed her agreement first. He wanted all of her—both heart and body.
Firm but gentle, he said, “I need you to tell me, not show me.”
“But…but I’m not sure what…how to describe my discomfort.” Her eyes fluttered closed.
He couldn’t give in. “Please. Try.”
His heart sank as Bronwyn sat back and busied herself, adjusting her skirts from side to side. He had ruined the moment. But there was too much at stake. If he was to fulfill his promise to Bronwyn’s best friend Emma, he needed to discover Bronwyn’s thoughts. The best way to achieve that was to gain her trust and have her share with him her feelings and opinions ranging from the trivial to intimate details like he had just requested.
Back stiff, she leaned back against the cushioned coach bench. “I want to tell you…but I’ve not the words.” She wiggled her hips. With a side glance, she lowered her gaze to his breeches that were tented.
Perhaps he was asking too much of an innocent. “Would you like me to assist with suggestions?”
“Please.” Her eager tone was encouraging. He might be able to salvage this leg of the trip after all. He twisted and scooted back into the corner.
He wrapped his arm around her back and tugged her to his side. “Relax.” Without hesitation, she did as he asked. His heart fluttered at the small indication of pure trust.
He wasn’t certain how to begin. Balancing his two objectives would be difficult. “Shall I share with you my discomfort?”
Damnation.What had he been thinking of positioning them where he could not read her features?
“Your discomfort was obvious, my lord, but you cannot observe mine.” Bronwyn’s teasing set the tone of his reply.
