Page 53 of The Lord Meets His Lady
“Let go,” he murmured in her hair. “Let go.”
She mewled like a cat…soft, high-pitched cries as she rode his thigh.
Sensitive flesh ground against his leather boot. Though fully clothed, she was opened to him, seeking, needing.
Hot friction…
Elusive, carnal want strung her along, making her search for his perfect mouth. They kissed wildly. Open and deep. Tongues caressing, bodies straining. Strong arms wrapped around her so tightly that she’d never fall. Her nails dug into his coat. Her hips bucked. One more stroke across his thigh, another sweet grind, and light burst.
She peaked, her body quivering against his.
Her bottom shuddered. Deep places between her legs twitched fast with pleasure.
Skin tingling, she broke the kiss, stunned to silence. Inching away, she and Lord Bowles pulled apart. She craved more, but her heels hit the ground. She righted her skirts, taking her time to shake them straight. The loss of the leather in one small place on her body was profound…so was her hunger for the witty master of Pallinsburn.
His breath came as hard as hers. “Anytime you want to teach me about kissing, consider me an attentive student.”
Hazel eyes shined dark and hungry at her before he bent to retrieve his cocked hat from the ground. When had his hat fallen off?
Her fingers touched her kiss-swollen lips. Tonight, she’d pushed open a new door in their arrangement.
Was she ready to see what else she’d find?
