Page 41 of Beguiling the Baron

He pulled back and looked at her, puzzled. Then his face cleared and he treated her to another of his heartwarming grins. But this one was boyishly wicked. The effect on her was so profound, she was tempted to tell him she loved him.

But what he did next sent her thoughts in another direction entirely.

He stroked and probed the soft folds of flesh in her most private of parts until his questing finger found and massaged a place whose sensitivity had her virtually sobbing with arousal and need.

“Hal.” She dug anxious fingers into his shoulders. “What’s happening?”

“Don’t be afraid.” He drew his lips across hers in a searing benediction. “It’s meant to be like this. I’m making sure you’re ready for me, as my self-control is about to fall off the cliff-edge. We both need fulfilment-right here, right now.”

The pulsing action of his finger made her squeeze her legs together to increase the incredible sensation, but he ruthlessly pushed them apart again and shifted his body, so he was suspended above her, resting on his forearms.

The nub of his proud manhood pushed at the place where his hand had been, before slipping inside her.

She glanced up anxiously when his pressure met her resistance, but the expression of wonder on his face soothed her, so she forced her body to relax. Suddenly, after a sharp nip of pain, he was filling her, every delectable inch of him, pushing up inside her, being welcomed by her body. Her heart skidded to a halt, waiting, loving the sublime expression on his face.

He began to move, pulling out slowly, while she contracted around him, eking out every bit of pleasure as the friction built between them. He pushed in again, groaning under his breath. And repeated the action, setting up a series of exhilarating vibrations in her womb that almost overwhelmed her.

He lowered his hips and delved more deeply, increasing the speed and power of his movements, heightening her enjoyment with every thrust, to her very core.

“Lift for me.” His breath came in quick gasps. “I want to feel every inch of you.”

She obeyed, curling her spine and changing the angle between them. As he delved in again, the pressure of his body urged her legs farther apart, and he took full advantage, filling her completely. She rose up to meet his plunging body with hers, adding her moans of pleasure to his.

Each stroke brought him closer to her, each advance and retreat sealing the bond between them until she could no longer think of him as a separate being. His desires were the same as hers, he moved to the same pulse she did, and she met each thrust in perfect time, her pleasure escalating beyond imagination.

Abruptly his rhythm collapsed, and Tia was lost somewhere in the firmament while a million explosions of ecstasy filled her womb. She tilted her head back and gave a cry, never before having been so at one with herself, with Nature and the stars—and with her superlative lover.

His chest heaving, a sheen of sweat covering his brow, Hal clasped her close despite the heat trapped between their bodies, holding her as if she were the most cherished thing in his entire universe.

“Are you in pain, my love?” His breath was ragged.

“Quite the opposite.”

He bent to her and kissed her smiling lips while she ran a hand along the slick flesh of his back, enjoying the ripple of muscle she found there.

The floodgates had been opened, their lust sated. She’d been utterly ruined by her employer.

Tia had enjoyed every last second of it.