Page 5 of Wicked with Him

Amity bucked from the shockingly intimate sensation.

“Easy,” he whispered. “The first caress here is bound to be a surprise.”

“Everything about you is a surprise so far,” she whispered back, gulping down her shock.

“Wait till you feel me inside you,” he whispered. “Then it feels strangest of all but in a good way, I swear.”

She could not help but laugh at that. “Boastful.”

“That’s why you came to me, sweetheart. You needed a man of experience for this sort of adventure. Don’t think about what we’re doing or what happens next. Let your body follow mine.”

“All right,” she agreed, nodding quickly even though he couldn’t possibly see her.

Amity closed her eyes and let him have his way. This was what she’d come to him for anyway. She leaned into his touch, tilting her hips toward him when the urge struck or he encouraged her. Occasionally she had to turn her face away when the sensations of arousal became too shocking and made her breath catch.

Her eyes flew open, though, when he pressed inside her with his finger. Dear God! Now that wasn’t something anyone had warned her a man might want to do. He thrust in and out a few times, slowly, and then withdrew to kiss her again.

She learned from Roman Crawford to thoroughly enjoy her ruin. The brush and slight burn of his stubble when he kissed her lips made her restless and decidedly hot. She tilted her hips toward him even more as the tension in her body rose to incredible heights.

When he stopped suddenly and exhaled, she whimpered in frustration. She wanted more of him.

Crawford chucked. “Best not forget what I’m here for.”

“Oh, of course, yes,” she said, and then swallowed. Being ruined seemed a much more enjoyable and prolonged business than she’d first assumed it might be.

She heard the unmistakable sound of him unbuttoning his trousers and the rustle of fabric as he must have pushed his clothes aside.

Amity gulped, but he gave her no time to consider a delay.

Instead, he lifted her up against the wall, wrapped her legs around his hips and pressed inside her.

At first, it was pleasant but then she hissed at the sting as he continued pushing into her.

“Breathe, lovely one,” he whispered into her ear. “I won’t hurt you more than I must.”

Amity tried her best, but it felt too odd, too intimate to have him inside her. She strained up, ready to dislodge him completely.

Crawford grabbed her hands at the wrists and held them above her head against the wall. “We’re not done yet, my lady. You wanted ruin, and by God you will have it done properly.”

He drew back his hips and pressed back into her, again and again.

Amity turned her face aside, grateful that the dark hid her flaming cheeks from his sight.

His grip on her wrists softened, and then he gently wound her arms around his neck again. When he held her close, she could almost imagine there was tenderness between them in that small, dark space.

And she responded to that more than anything. What had initially caused pain now brought pleasure with every movement of his body inside hers. The ache between her legs slowly returned, only stronger somehow.

Crawford stroked her cheek softly. “Yes, now you feel it. Now you begin to understand the delights that await you.”

She blushed even harder. She couldn’t see him, but she felt him branded everywhere on her skin. She feared she might never forget Roman Crawford after this scandalous adventure.

Amity pressed her face into the crook of his neck, and Crawford cuddled her closer. They rocked together like that for some time. It was lovely. She had to admit, her lover seemed to know exactly what he was doing.

Crawford slipped a hand down onto her belly. “I need you to come.”

“What?”

He chuckled against her ear. “You’ll love it,” he promised. “Widen your legs a bit more so my hand can fit between us.”