Page 45 of Reckless Desire

He released her hair. “Would you believe me if I said I loved you?”

Kenna rolled her eyes. “Please.”

“Then will the fact that I want you do?”

She laughed and hoped the sound didn’t sound as sad as she suddenly felt. “You are a rogue. You want many women.”

“True. But I like you.”

She blinked. “You do not like the other women you bedded?”

“Some, a little bit. But I like you better. Is it not wise to marry someone you at least like?”

She believed that love was the best reason to marry, but a man in his position didn’t always have that luxury. She supposed he might consider himself fortunate to like the lady he married.

She narrowed her eyes. “I have no desire to marry.”

His eyes darkened. “Then so be it.” He yanked her to him.

They collided, chest to breast. Kenna seized his shoulders.

“What are you doing?” She cursed the breathless note in her voice.

“You may have no desire to marry, but I know you do have desire.” He stared down at her. “I love Skye. I plan to spend a great deal of time here.”

Kenna willed her pounding heart to slow. “You do?”

He backed her against the wall and pressed his body against hers. His hard length dug into her abdomen. The room spun.

“I do,” he replied, then his mouth found hers.

Chapter Ten

Kenna had never experienced such need. The juncture between her legs ached with an intensity that bordered on discomfort. Even the moment they’d shared the last week paled in comparison to this. She hadn’t known such desire was possible. Was this feeling sane?

Lord Newhall slid a moist kiss along her cheek to her neck. She shivered. He laughed softly in her ear, then nibbled on her ear lobe. Gooseflesh raced along her arms. He pressed her into the wall. She wanted more, wanted him to touch every part of her, needed the ache between her legs to stop.

Only he could fill the need.

His tongue slid along the outside of her ear. She couldn’t take this torture. He undulated his hip, rotating his hard length against her mons. She drew a sharp breath. How she wanted him to touch her hardened nipples. She’d never wanted that before. Kenna slid her arms up around his neck. He groaned and she cried out when he swung her into his arms.

In the next instant, she found herself on the couch. When he came down on top of her, it seemed as if he engulfed her—and she liked it. More than liked it, she needed him. His mouth covered hers, devouring her. Her body heated. The weight of him, of his hard length against her abdomen, made her dizzy. She understood well enough what passed between a man and woman, but she’d never conceived of the compulsion to join with a man. This was why women were ruined, and men found themselves shackled to a woman they didn’t truly care for.

This was desire, nothing more. Glorious, wonderful desire. Lord Wilshire was right. Everyone believed her guilty of taking a lover. Why not take one? Lord Newhall slid a kiss down over her chin, down her neck to the hallow of her throat.

“Oh my,” she breathed when his mouth made contact with the rise of her breast.

Her nipples puckered. Embarrassment flushed through her. He was sure to notice her reaction. He groaned. Then his mouth closed over a nipple through the fabric of her dress. A string of desire shot from her nipple to the throbbing place between her legs. Lord, what was this fresh temptation? She couldn’t think, only wanted more. Kenna arched into his mouth. He groaned again, the sound reverberating through her. Need tightened her most private place.

He began to rock against her, thrusting his erection along her belly. She didn’t understand why, but the feeling was strangely erotic. He released her nipple and Kenna cried out when he pulled down her sleeve and exposed the breast. What was she supposed to do? Before she could think further, warm lips closed around the nipple and suckled. Her sex tightened in pleasurable discomfort.

Kenna abruptly became aware of his palm on her leg. He inched her skirt upward. She’d often wondered what it would be like to have a man make love to her. Not in her wildest dreams had she known such riotous emotions existed. She couldn’t think. Didn’t want to think about anything except this man. He drew back and thrust his hard length against her mons.

She drew a sharp breath. His warm fingers stroked her outer thigh. Kenna speared her fingers into his thick, soft hair. He released her nipple and kissed her again. His lips moved on hers. When his tongue slipped between her lips and into her mouth, she sucked. He growled. Did she incite in him the same emotions he did her? She tugged his hair. He growled again. Aye, she did move him. She hadn’t expected that.

His hand flattened on her belly and she stiffened when his fingers grazed the curls between her legs. Her heart thundered. He wanted to touch here there? A long digit brushed over the sensitive place and pleasure splintered through her. She jerked.

“Do you like that?” he whispered against her mouth.