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He reached out his forefinger and traced a circle around the dusky rose of her nipple. ‘Exquisite.’
Where his finger went, his mouth swiftly followed. He captured one nipple, suckled, released and took the other one in his mouth. Her back arched upwards. She dug her hands into his thick crisp hair, holding him there.
He moved his hands downwards, sliding them over her curves until they reached her nest of curls. There, he slipped a finger into her folds, seeking her innermost centre.
She gasped as his finger found the hardened nub. No one had ever touched her that intimately before. Always she had stayed rigid, afraid to move, but the liquid heat which filled her made that idea impossible. Her back arched upwards, inviting his fingers to probe deeper.
‘Relax,’ he breathed into her ear.
‘I’m trying not to move,’ she cried in desperation. ‘It is the correct way to behave.’
He gave a husky laugh. ‘I want you to move. I want you to enjoy this. Stop thinking. Listen to your body. Touch me. Here.’
She reached out her hand and ran it down the planes of his chest, following the line of hair until she encountered his arousal. Hot. Velvet smooth, but hard. Her hand closed around it as his fingers slid in a figure eight in her folds. Wave after wave of heat washed over her.
‘Lie back. Enjoy.’ His rich voice rippled through her.
Her hands grasped his shoulders, tugging, hoping he’d understand her wordless plea.
Slowly, slowly he wedged her thighs wide. The tip of him nudged her inner core. At her nod he drove himself forwards, impaling her willing flesh.
Her body opened and swallowed the entire length of him.
He lay there, joined and unmoving. He looked down at her and smoothed a tendril of hair from her forehead. He lowered his mouth to hers. His tongue penetrated, demanding a response as it teased and provoked. Her hips began to move, seeking relief from the increasing need that welled up in her. He responded, withdrawing and then driving deeper.
Then the world burst around her and he caught her cries in his mouth.
As she floated back down to earth, she stroked his cheek. ‘Thank you.’
‘My pleasure.’
She moved her hips slightly and felt him respond deep within her. No one had told her that being wicked could feel this good. She wanted it to continue. She wanted to make a memory and keep it with her for ever.
‘Shall we try it again?’ she whispered, ignoring the faint prickle of worry that this could not last.
Chapter Ten
A cold wet nose snuffled into Kit’s shoulder, waking him from a sound sleep. He started, turned his head and saw Moth’s brown eyes peering at him and
Hattie. The summer house had sunk deep into twilight’s shadow. Hattie’s bottom curved into him and her hair spilled out across the both of them. Kit found it difficult to remember the last time he had felt this contented or relaxed.
Normally after a spot of bed-sport, he was full of energy and found the first excuse he could to leave. This time, he’d stayed, fallen asleep and now they had to face the possibility of discovery. And it was his responsibility.
‘Harriet,’ Kit murmured, his breath caressing her ear. The last thing he wanted was her to be startled and scream. ‘Moth’s here.’
Hattie mumbled slightly in her sleep, pushing him away. They had made love twice more after the first time. Her passion and inventiveness had surprised and delighted him. One time was not nearly enough. He wanted to explore her hidden depths. He wanted to catch her cry in his throat as she trembled on the brink of passion. And now she slept.
Moth sat down and gave a sharp bark before licking Kit’s shoulder. There was an urgency to the little dog’s movements.
‘I understand, Moth. We have to move. Your mistress needs the veil of propriety.’
He shook Hattie’s shoulder. Harder. ‘Hattie. Time to wake up.’
Her eyes blinked open. He smiled down at her and she jumped. Startled. Kit clasped his hand over her mouth, stifling the cry.
‘Quiet now.’
She gave a brief nod and he removed his hand.
‘It wasn’t a dream?’
‘No dream. A much-desired reality.’
She sat up, moving away from the safety of his arms. Her blonde hair fell wildly about her shoulders, providing a soft veil over her chest. She wrapped her arms about her waist and turned her back towards him.
‘It was wrong of me to fall asleep.’
‘It happened.’
