Page 38 of A Scoundrel in the Making

“You have driven me mad since that kiss in the hallway,” he murmured against her breast.

Since the kiss in the hallway? She driven him mad since then? He had her in bed. Why sweet talk her? He released the breast, moved to the other, and laved it with his tongue. He blew on the nipple, and her sex tightened as the sensitive bud puckered. He was driving her mad. He removed his hand from between them and levered his member at the mouth of her channel. Abigail squeezed his buttocks as he drove inside her, hilt deep. She drew a sharp breath.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked.

She gave a strangled laugh. “Hardly. But if you don't take action quickly, I'm liable to hurt you.”

He chuckled, then began rocking.

Each stroke against her channel inched her higher.

Reade dropped his head onto the pillow beside her head and his warm breath bathed her ear when he whispered, “You are wonderful.”

She’d been told more times than she could count that she was beautiful. But wonderful?

“Do you like that?” he asked, and drove deeper.

Pleasure tightened her sex.

She nodded against his shoulder.

Reade gave a low laugh and again drove deep.

He smelled so good, like almonds. Abigail kissed his shoulder. He continued to thrust. She slid a kiss up his neck then gently sucked. The salt on his skin made her want more. He groaned and hugged her tighter. His chest pressed her sensitive breasts. She wanted all of him at once. He drove deeper, faster. Abigail pulled her knees up, feet flat on the mattress, and rocked against each thrust. He shifted and kissed her. His tongue thrust inside her mouth and mimicked the motion of his cock inside her channel. Her head spun.

Her climax erupted with such force that Abigail cried out and broke their kiss. His head dropped onto the pillow beside hers and he moved faster. Pleasure ripped through her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he stroked more pleasure from her until, at last, he groaned, and his cock pulsed inside her.

When he collapsed on top of her, they were both breathing hard. He drew a deep shuddering breath, rolled onto the mattress, and pulled her close. His heart thudded a fast beat against her ear.

Gradually, the rhythm slowed, and he tucked her head under his chin. His breathing evened out. Abigail began to drift off in a relaxed haze, then jarred awake when he said, “I feel certain Lord John or any of your other suitors—including that pup I tossed out—couldn’t please you so well.” He hugged her tighter. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll prove it again.”