Page 47 of Indecent
She skimmed her hand up and down along his length, working him into a frenzy of need. His hips moved, practically of their own volition, seeking more and more of her. Her thumb grazed the tip, smoothing the moisture there over his skin. He groaned, desperate to be inside her.
He claimed her mouth once more, driving his tongue into her as he longed to do with his cock. Gathering what little remained of his sanity, he put his hand on her sex and stroked her folds, finding her wet and ready. She whimpered into his mouth, and it was the most erotic thing he’d ever heard.
He circled his thumb over her clitoris, then speared his finger into her. She cast her head back, breaking their kiss to cry out his name.
He grasped her hip. “Lift your leg and wrap it around my waist.”
She did as he said, curling her leg about him with his assistance.
“And the other,” he managed to rasp through gritted teeth. He helped her once more. “Now put me inside you.”
She positioned him so he felt her heat. Thrusting upward, he buried himself deep. She clutched his shoulders.
Kissing her again, he didn’t go slow this time. He couldn’t. There was a wildness within him he’d never experienced, a primal need to claim her. To completely possess her.
And to be possessedbyher.
One of her hands tangled in the back of his hair, pulling hard on him as her legs squeezed around him. He thought he might die from the pleasure of it all.
He let go, driving into her with a relentless pace that brought her quickly to release. Her muscles spasmed, her body tightening against him as her orgasm slammed into her.
His came roaring behind. Christ, he had to pull out. He would have given anything not to.
Somehow, he removed himself—just in time—and managed to set her on the floor before taking himself in his hand and making a terrible mess. A moment later, she gave him a handkerchief, then he bent to clean the floor.
“My apologies,” he murmured, feeling like an ass, but not regretting a single moment.
She pulled her glove onto her right hand. Bennet hadn’t even realized she’d removed it, but her hand had definitely been bare when she’d touched his cock. God, he thought he could easily go again.
“I should apologize,” she said, smoothing her hair, which still looked flawless. “I dragged you in here.”
He finished buttoning his fall, then swiftly kissed her, his hand cupping her nape. “Don’t ever apologize for this, for wanting me, or anything else.”
“Anything else?”
“To do with sex,” he clarified, smiling. He took in her slightly amused expression, the familiar tilt of her chin, the lush sweep of her kiss-reddened lips. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” she said softly, her gaze darting away, as if she were embarrassed to admit it. Or that it made her vulnerable—he understood that. She’d seen him at his absolute worst and somehow managed to like him. Perhaps that was why he was so drawn to her and couldn’t stop thinking about her.
She looked back to him. “That was a poor idea, however. We can’t repeat it.”
“I suppose not. In our defense, I don’t think we really thought it through.”
She cocked her head. “Then why did you ask to see me?”
He blinked. “You thought… You thought I wanted to have sex?”
“You’re right. I didn’t think it through. I saw you, and I actually stopped thinking.”
A giddiness swirled in his chest. “I confess to feeling rather the same,” he murmured, taking her hand and stroking her wrist with his thumb. “I wanted to see you so we could talk privately without drawing attention. I just had to see that you were all right, that I hadn’t ruined anything for you.” While she seemed fine, he held his breath.
“I’m more than all right. I was fortunate to be hired as Wexford’s sister’s companion. Speaking of Wexford, you seem on good terms with him now.”
“I apologized to him and Lady Wexford the other night—for hiding the reasons behind my interest in her and for my behavior at the boxing match. The night I fell into villainy.” He grimaced and let go of her hand.
“Thankfully, it was a brief plunge,” she said with a wry smile. “Where have you been these past weeks?”
Had she been looking for him? Or at least paying attention to whether he was in town? “Did you know I wasn’t in London?”
