Page 20 of How to Catch an Heiress

“Chastity.”

She jarred. “What?”

He lifted higher on his elbows and looked down on her. “You didn’t tell me you were a virgin.”

She became aware of the clop of the horses as the coach picked up pace. She sighed. The mood was ruined. “Wouldn’t it be more logical that I would have told you if I wasn’t a virgin?”

“I’m surprised you didn’t lie to me, in hopes of discouraging me,” he said.

“Lord, I didn’t think of it. But I doubt it would have worked. I would have tried, though.”

He laughed. Then he stopped laughing and began to move inside her. The mood, she realized with a gasp, wasn’t so ruined after all. Chastity couldn’t believe the sweet sensations that rippled through her. He moved slowly, which seemed to her some sort of torture. The carriage jolted and it felt as if he’d speared her very womb. Pleasure spiked. He groaned and moved faster.

“Goodness,” she breathed.

“Relax, love, and let me please you.”

How much more could he please her? She felt ready to burst.

“Do you like this?” He thrust deep.

She drew a sharp breath.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He thrust deep again and increased his speed.

Her head began to whirl. Sir Stirling rolled onto the seat, keeping her joined with him, then scooted so that she lay on top of him. Chastity froze.

“Sit up,” he said.

“What?”

“Sit up.”

He gently pushed her into a sitting position. His cock almost slipped out, but he reached between them and held himself steady as she repositioned herself. Embarrassment washed over her when they made eye contact.

“No need to be embarrassed,” he said. “Move up and down on me as it pleases you.”

She yanked her eyes to his face. “That is-is indecent.”

He gave a hoarse laugh. “Not by half, love.” He grasped her bottom and gently lifted her. Chastity quickly braced her palms on his chest. He lowered her, then lifted her again. After a few strokes she was startled by the pleasant friction between them.

“Find the position that best suits you,” he whispered.

She leaned forward slightly and after three strokes had to admit the sensations were amazing. He lifted and brought her down on him faster and harder. His breath came harder. The sounds made her stomach clench. She recognized the oncoming orgasm, but couldn’t believe the feelings originating deep inside.

Pleasure swept through her. She cried out and dropped her head onto his chest as he arched his hips, stroking, driving deeper inside her as the orgasm rolled over her with more intensity. His fingers tightened on her buttocks and he groaned as he slowed his strokes, once, twice, then a third and fourth time before he relaxed.

Chastity went limp. He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair. She felt oddly content and wondered if he felt any of the same. At last, he slowly slipped out of her and she relaxed on top of him. She released a breath, her body strangely weary and sated. Unexpectedly, she recalled his words to her father. "I can deal with Dorring. There is no need to worry the lass." He’d defended and even protected her against her father’s ire. Her father was a good man, and would never truly hurt her. Still, no one other than her father had ever protected her against anyone or anything. Knowing she’d tricked him, he’d put himself between her and her father and he hadn’t demonstrated any rancor toward her for playing him false. Why had he done that?

His arms tightened around her. “I promise, next time will be better,” he said, and her mind said, Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous.