Page 73 of Intolerable
Ruark didn’t want to be responsible about this, but he also didn’t want to increase the risk of an already potentially dangerous situation. Thankfully, they were fairly well concealed in this coach tucked in the back of the stable.
In the end, he was no match for her seductive gaze. It was already taking everything he had not to continue playing with her sex. She was so responsive and utterly delicious. He was nowhere near sated. “What do you have planned?”
“I’ll show you. Go sit on the other cushion.” She inclined her head as she began to push her dress down. He wanted to tell her not to, but gravity would see it done regardless.
Pushing himself up, Ruark flung himself onto the opposite seat. She started to raise her chemise to cover breasts.
“Do you have to do that?” Ruark asked. There was a bit of a plaintive quality to the question, and he wasn’t even slightly embarrassed.
Letting go of the garment, she moved off the seat and joined him on his. “I suppose not.”
He fondled her, dragging his thumb over a nipple. “Good, because I could stare at them all night.”
“You aren’t doing that right now.”
“No, but it’s nice to know that Ican. I also like to touch them. Very much.”
“How fortunate because I like that too.” She began to unbutton his waistcoat. “I think it’s only fair that I also get to ogle your chest.” When the buttons were all free, she separated the garment and pushed it over his shoulders and down his arms. He assisted and tossed it across the coach.
Before it even hit the other seat, she’d tugged his cravat loose. The slide of the silk around his neck as she pulled it free was an erotic sensation that only increased his already raging arousal.
“Better,” she murmured, dropping the cravat behind her. Slipping her hand into the open V of his shirt, she licked her lower lip. “But I think you should take this off too.” She pulled the hem from his waistband, and he whisked the garment over his head then threw it away from them.
She put her leg over his hips and straddled him, splaying her hands on his chest. “Muchbetter.”
“God, yes.” He adjusted her skirt so that she was bare against him, with just his clothing separating them.
She moved her hands over him, pressing and massaging his flesh then combing her fingers through the dark hair in the center of his chest. “Are yours as sensitive as mine?” she asked as she skimmed her way to his nipples. With thumbs and forefingers, she plucked and squeezed, drawing a sharp gasp from his lips.
“They are quite sensitive.” His cock jerked in response, and he thrust up from the cushion.
She gripped his shoulders and pushed down, meeting him with her sex. Her breathing grew shallow, and she lowered her mouth to his neck, kissing him as they simulated intercourse—did she even realize?
With each rotation of his hips, he edged closer to release. “Is this how you want me to come?” he rasped.
She pulled up and lifted her head. “No, I didn’t realize you could do that like this.”
“I can practically do it just thinking about you,” he said with a dark laugh.
Delightful color pinked her cheeks. “Oh. Well, I was going to do what you did to me.” Moving to one side of him, she dropped a kiss on his lips before sliding down between his legs.
“Cass, are you sure?” He stroked her cheek and jaw.
She plucked the buttons of his fall open. “Quite. Unless you’d rather I didn’t?” She didn’t pause.
“On the contrary. I’ve dreamed of this.”
“Good.” Her smile was filled with deviltry as she pulled his cock from his clothing.
Ruark moaned softly as he adjusted his clothing so that his balls were also free. “Don’t want anything getting cinched.”
“That would be bad?”
“An utter disaster.”
“We wouldn’t want that.” She trailed her fingers from the head to the base. “Should I do anything with them?”
“Whatever you like.”
