Page 43 of Dark Desires

She kissed him back, twining around him, rubbing her hands up and down his broad back, even daring to touch the round swells of his bottom, loving the way his muscles flexed beneath his skin.

His hands roamed her body as well, leaving trails of fire in their wake. The carnal sensuality of being able to touch and be touched without restraint was even better than she’d imagined.

At last, he pulled away and threw off the covers, his dark eyes hot with desire. “Can you get on your hands and knees?” he asked, his voice rough. “I want to take you from behind.”

She had a sudden vivid image of watching a stallion cover a mare, the raw brutality of it, but did as asked anyway, her whole body shivering with desire. As soon as she did, he moved behind her, rubbing his hands along her bare bottom. “You’re so gorgeous like this,” he told her, his voice rough with desire. “I love the way you look here.”

Then he rubbed his length against her damp core, sliding it against her several times before nudging it inside her, then driving deeply until he was completely seated.

She gasped at the fullness but instinctively seemed to know what to do when he began to move within her. The power of his thrusts was so primal that the shimmering sensation began within her almost immediately.

Soon she was crashing over the edge again and then he joined her, crying out and shuddering deep within her. They stayed locked like that for a few moments before he pulled out of her and collapsed on his side of the bed, patting the place beside him.

“Come here, darling,” he whispered. “Let me hold you while we sleep.”

Exhausted both mentally and physically, she crawled up beside him, pillowing her head on his chest as he pulled the blankets around them.

Had she ever been this warm in her life? She doubted it. Safe and secure, she fell asleep in Drake’s arms.

Chapter Sixteen

“Make certain no onegets on the property,” Drake told one of the constables guarding the house the next morning as he hurried out the front door. He’d slept until after nine, two hours past when he’d planned to be in the office. He didn’t regret oversleeping though. Waking up with Heather in his arms had been one of the most amazing experiences of his life.

For a few peaceful minutes, he’d just watched her, admiring the way her dark hair spread across his pillows. It was exactly the way he’d imagined it. He’d wanted nothing more than to wake her up and make love to her again, but then he’d glanced at the clock and shot out of bed like an arrow.

As much as he’d like to stay in bed with Heather all day, he had other responsibilities. He had to make certain Lindon had been captured and also finish compiling his evidence against Danbury. Though he knew it still wasn’t enough, he had to at least try to get a magistrate to hear the case.

“We’ll guard her well, sir,” the constable assured him. “I have men all around the perimeter. No one will get past us.”

Drake nodded abruptly and entered the coach he’d taken from his father’s house, wondering again what had happened to his, and more importantly, what had happened to his driver, Edgar. That was one of the first things he planned to ask Lindon once he had him behind bars.

When he finally arrived at his office, he was disappointed to find that the men he’d sent out last night had been unsuccessful in tracking down Lindon. However, he was quite relieved to hear that they’d found Edgar in a nearby hospital with a concussion and his coach in a shed near the warehouse.

It sounded as though Edgar would recover, but he needed to go down and check on him soon and see if he needed anything.

Frustrated, he thought about what Pond had told him about his brother’s newfound fascination with the tailor’s wife. Was she his next victim?

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