Page 18 of Revealing a Rogue
“Ah, but you are wrong, my dear.” He raised his hand to cup her breast. “I saw your taut nipples.” He ran his thumb over the pebbled bump in the material, and the gentle push against his hand was all the encouragement he needed to continue his exploration. “They’ve ached for attention from the moment I tasted you.” He slid a finger between the valley of her breasts. The back of his hand brushed against the soft velvet material of her gown.
Bronwyn’s hand covered his, their fingers interlaced. She said, “Your caresses cause sensations that are befuddling. I simultaneously want…”
Landon squeezed her nipple between one of his and her fingers. His actions elicited a moan of pure pleasure that, in turn, sent a surge of desire straight to his loins. To ease the ache, he shifted to settle Bronwyn comfortably against his chest. With his left hand, he gathered up handfuls of material until he had hiked up her skirt high enough to slip his hand over her thigh. He pushed her garter and silk stocking down until his palm rested against her warm skin.
Tracing the curve of her ear with his tongue, Landon inched his fingers closer to her slit. He said, “I must confess most of my uneasiness centers between my legs, but my heart beats erratically, and my thoughts are scattered. I can’t decide where I want to touch you the most.”
Bronwyn’s head rolled to the side, allowing full access to her beautiful neck.
On a half sigh, half moan Bronwyn replied, “My skin is hot. I’m damp between my legs, and my breasts feel heavy.”
His lips curved into a smile as he settled them upon her neck. Torn between settling for her description of her physical discomfort and the need to extract more from her, he gave her a gentle bite. “Is that all?”
She wiggled her hips. Landon’s finger dipped lower and was coated in warm, delicious wetness. He wanted to withdraw his hand and put his finger in his mouth, eager to find out what she would taste like.
“No, my lord, that is not all.” Bronwyn’s breathy response halted his hand’s retreat. “I’ve secretly imagined you stealing a kiss or two over the years, which caused a fluttering in my heart. But your kisses…they do much more than create a flutter. They generate a much deeper ache.”
Oh, how he desperately wanted to ease her ache and make love to her. But for now, he would reward her bravery and honesty. He slid his finger along the wet slit between her thighs.
He whispered, “Open for me, love.”
Again, without hesitation, Bronwyn obeyed and spread her legs.
“Wider.” Eyes closed, he mentally visualized himself kneeling between her thighs at the ready to taste her. He moved his fingers, mimicking the motions his tongue would perform one day soon.
Arching her back, Bronwyn clenched her hand that remained atop his, over her breast. Even as a child, he was a skilled multitasker, able to rub his tummy and pat his head at the same time. In adulthood, that talent had translated into the ability to finger a woman while he simultaneously fondled, pinched, and teased her breast until she reached her peak. Circling the tender nub at her center with his left hand, he moved his right to Bronwyn’s neglected breast. Landon flicked the nipple to attention, and Bronwyn writhed against him. The curve of her bottom brushed against his hard member. He eased a finger into her channel and used his thumb to press and circle the sensitive skin above her entrance.
Rotating her hips, Bronwyn released moan after moan.
He withdrew his finger and tapped the swollen nub at her core. “Do you like that?”
“Aaa…aha…”
She jutted her hips as his fingers slapped against her. The thrill of learning Bronwyn’s preferences spurred him to continue. He alternated between sliding a finger into her and light taps.
“Hmm…”
Her purrs of pleasure continued. Bronwyn’s inner muscles clamped tighter as he slid a second finger into her already stretched and ready channel. Sensing she was close to reaching her peak, Landon pumped his fingers, inching deeper until his palm laid flat against her. Seconds later, her back arched and she stiffened. He twisted to cover her mouth with his as she cried out in pleasure. Reluctantly he released her sweet lips, but he continued stroke his wife-to-be until her pulsating muscles relaxed and her body collapsed against his.
His own breathing was ragged and labored. Landon withdrew his hand and licked his fingers. “Hmm…”
Wide-eyed, Bronwyn asked, “You enjoy the taste of me?”
“Aye, and I can’t wait to taste you properly.” The woman was a blend of sweet and salty and he was eager to experience the flavor fully.
She swiveled and leaned back against his chest. With a curt nod she said, “I too am looking forward to it.”
Landon chuckled.Aye.The devilishly smart minx was a fast study.
Removing his hand from her chest, he adjusted himself without success. He’d have to refrain from touching Bronwyn and hope his body would relax. His fiancée had other ideas. She pressed closer and snuggled against his side. He rested the back of his head against the coach wall and recited the alphabet in French, German and Latin.
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Landon blinked his eyes open.He must have dozed off.
Bronwyn had her arms wound tightly about his waist. Now that she had trusted him with her body, would she trust him with her emotions?
As the day came to an end, he gently shook Bronwyn awake. “We shall be arriving at the coaching inn soon.”
