Page 102 of His Scandal
“My lucky day,” he murmured, as he pooled the gown at her waist.
She slid his shirt over his head. The broad expanse of his chest was fascinating, and she trailed her fingers through the scattering of hair about his nipples.
Alex slowly pulled her smock down and her breasts were revealed in the dim light. The rumbling of the carriage over rutted streets made them bounce, and she wanted to cover them. Buthe groaned and buried his face between them, his arms around her body as he held her tightly.
“Em, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered in a husky voice.
For the first time, she truly believed him. He held her breasts with both hands, looking at each as if he didn’t know which to choose. She savored the rough skin of his palms and the admiration in his eyes. As he bent his head and leaned her back in his lap, he locked his gaze to hers and they stared at one another as he opened his mouth to her breast. She knew his touch would feel wondrous, but the searing pleasure that rocked through her as he drew her nipple into his mouth made her cry out and convulse against him. He pressed his erection hard between her legs, sucking on her nipple. When she didn’t think she could take such wild pleasure for another moment, he moved to her other breast, this time licking gently as if she were a sweet he’d not treated himself to in a long time. She clutched his shoulders and held on as he ran his hands down her back and beneath her skirts. She groaned and pressed herself even harder against him.
The touch of his hands on her bare buttocks was a wicked shock. He squeezed her, rubbing her hips against his. She was lost in what he did to her, in the rise of hot desire that had her yearning for what only he could give her. What was this terrible need that raced through her body, centering between her thighs?
Suddenly she found herself rolled over on her back on the seat. Looking into her eyes, he seemed to flinch.
“What is it?” she whispered.
“I’m getting wet,” he said with a lazy grin. “There’s a leak in the roof.”
He leaned aside, and a few raindrops splattered across her breasts. She caught her breath at the cool sensation, then almost choked when he bent and licked each drop off, following the winding path of water between her breasts and even to the very peaks. For an endless moment, he suckled one nipple and caressed the other with knowing fingers, until she was squirming beneath him.
“I need to see you,” he said, sliding her out of the rain. He knelt down on the coach floor between her thighs.
Her face hot, she whispered, “Really? Are you certain?”
He gave a deep laugh, even as he rolled her skirts up and bunched them with her bodice. She was naked to him above the waist and below, and she tried to clutch her thighs together, but he stopped her.
“No, love, let me look upon your beauty. How wondrous you look with your hair tumblingabout your breasts and that flush on your cheeks.” He sat back on his heels, running his palms in slow circles up her inner thighs then spreading her legs wider.
She couldn’t stop shaking with the incredible sensations he evoked, even as she covered her face in embarrassment. But she peeked between her fingers as he bent his head. She felt the gentle kiss he placed between her thighs like bolt of lightning. Her hips lifted off the bench in a spasm as she cried out his name.
She should beg him to stop, but she was mindless with the rising surge of pleasure that rocked through her. She felt his hot breath a moment before his tongue swept over her, parting her.
“I knew you’d taste like the sweetest wine,” he said hoarsely, even as his fingers spread her wider.
She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think as he bent his head and licked her again. He suckled the most sensitive nub of flesh into his mouth, and the pleasure roared through her in waves that buffeted her body and shuddered across her skin in a final release unlike anything she’d imagined. She was mindless and aware at the same time. Even as she sagged in his arms, she thought,This is what brings women and men together. This is why women risk everything for love.And she would, too.
Moments later, the coach slowed and they heard the coachman call out to the gatekeeper.
“Oh, sweet heaven,” she whispered, sitting upright on the bench. “We’re home.”
Alex groaned and laughed at the same time, dropping his head to her shoulder for a moment. “Ah, how I wanted to join you in such bliss.”
“I—”
“No, you mustn’t worry, love. Here, let’s get you assembled.”
Together they tugged up her smock and gown, and pulled her skirts down about her legs. She buttoned her bodice while watching him slide his shirt over his head and tuck it back in his breeches. He looked down at himself, then back up at her with a grin.
“What?” she asked in confusion as she did her best to pin up her hair.
“You’ve made me damp in a rather inconvenient place.”
She didn’t understand until he tied up one of the curtains and she saw the wet stain across his breeches. She gasped. “That’s from…me? From when I…”
He kissed her quickly. “That’s your body preparing for me—and nothing could excite me more.”
“But you didn’t—we didn’t—”
He slipped on his doublet and collapsed beside her. “Believe me, I know. But I didn’t want your first time to be in a leaky coach.”
