Page 71 of In Want of a Wife
He pushed forward, reaching up to kiss her, well and truly until her arms relaxed, and she did in fact topple onto Rafe as the carriage bumbled over the country road.
“I was dreaming of you,” he whispered against her mouth.
“Good dreams?”
“The very best.” He kissed that spot just below her ear that made her limbs wobble.
She climbed onto his lap and drew his head around so she could kiss him. She traced her tongue over his lips, sighing as big hands roamed up her body and tugged down the shoulders of her dress.
“You’re so soft.” He groaned, lightly nipping at the curve of her shoulder.
This was madness with him, and yet she didn’t wish ever to stop.
The carriage rattled, hitting a rock as the sky darkened around them.
“It’s going to rain,” she sighed.
He pulled down her dress and stays, freeing her breasts. He sucked on her nipple through the thin fabric of her chemise. Need flooded between her thighs as it had last evening, except now she had some understanding of what to expect. Which made her all the hungrier.
He pushed up her skirts and ran his hand up the outside of her thigh, rough as he grabbed hold of her hip. Her heart drummed in her chest, excited.
“Do it again. Please.”
“Would you like that?”
She kissed him, then ran her hands into his hair and dropped her head onto his shoulder. “Very much.”
Except, she wanted more. Boldness struck her, and she reached for him, palming his erection in her hand.
“Please, you helped me, let me… help you,” she insisted.
He groaned, reaching around her to undo the buttons down the center of her back.
“Lily, this is?—”
“Madness, I know.”
“I was going to say irritating. Too many buttons. But yes, also madness.” Steadily, he slipped the buttons free, tugging her dress down her chest. “Undo my trousers,” he hissed.
It thrilled her.
As she did so, he pushed his hand under her skirt and slid a finger along her folds in a long, slow swipe. It felt as if he were taking her apart, inch by slow inch.
His erection sprang free. She studied it for a moment, unsure how to proceed. It was so large…
“Touch me.”
It felt like a challenge when she could barely remember her name because of him touching her, spinning her body upward again into the most delightful spiral.
She gripped him in her palm, surprised at how soft he was yet hard. Such a beautiful contradiction.
“Like that, love. Up and down.”
Rain began battering the carriage as the sky darkened around them, and the thunder boomed.
Her body tightened and tightened as he continued rubbing his thumb around her pearl until, at last, he slipped two fingers inside of her as he had the night before.
Good heavens. She moaned, closing her eyes and tossing her head toward the ceiling of the carriage.
