Page 38 of Miss Ellis Unleashed

Daisy’s let out a shuddering breath.

He turned his attention to her other shoulder and the bit of fabric there. He also eased it aside and then downward. The only thing holding her gown up was her bosom now.

Throsby had to know that.

His breath churned.

Daisy almost couldn’t breathe as he set his hands on her waist and applied a gentle downward pressure against the gown, making the garment fall to her hips.

Max kissed her hard, and Daisy kissed him back with equal fervor, delighting in the sensation of her bare breasts pressed against his properly clothed body.

He got a hand between them and cupped her breast. Squeezing and thumbing her nipple languidly. Throsby swallowed her cries of astonishment at how good it felt when he pinched hard.

“Throsby…”

“Yes, Minx?” he murmured.

She gaped, affronted by the term. “Minx?”

He laughed softly and removed his hands from her. “I have called you that in my mind since the day you threw a vase at my head and stormed out of the room in a right royal huff over the guardianship. You hated me that day, and I could not blame you. I was angry with you, too.”

“I did not believe I needed you,” she answered, hands on her hips, irritated that he was speaking of the past again.

He cocked his head to one side and held her gaze a long moment before he spoke. “Do you need me now?”

She felt the question like a stroke across her skin. Did she need Throsby? She certainly wanted him to keep kissing her and touching her breasts. He’d started something with their first kiss, and she wanted more and more of him each time they were alone. She wanted him in a way she hardly understood.

But he was not someone she had to obey without question now. The choices were still hers to make, including whether to see this through to the inevitable conclusion. He was giving her time to change her mind about their affair.

They were becoming intimate with each other by the day. They had started making love tonight. She wanted more of that. More of the thrill, and to learn the inevitable finish with him. She had educated herself as far as she could on how ladies and men found pleasure with each other, but she was out of her depth now.

Throsby waited, a look of pure patience on his face. He would let her stop without question, she was sure of that.

Daisy took him by the hand and led him to the settee. She pushed him down and placed herself primly on his knee.

“Should I take that as a yes?” he asked, the corners of his mouth turning up again into a knowing smile.

“Yes, you should.”

Throsby drew her closer, buried his face against her throat, and kissed her there. A shiver raced through her whole body as he adjusted her into a comfortable position in his arms and resumed kissing her again with a gentle passion that kept her coming back for more.

While they kissed, Daisy toyed with his neckcloth, discovering how it came undone, and slowly dragged it from his neck before undoing the top button on his fine linen shirt.

Throsby groaned as she slid her hand under the linen, touching his body for the first time, and then he lifted her up to bury his face between her breasts and kiss them.

Daisy squirmed on his lap, and he set her back down, but she’d only been seeking greater contact. He did not need to overpower her with his strength to prove himself desirable.

She ran her hands over any part of his body she could reach, loving the frantic quality of his indrawn breaths.

Suddenly, she was on her back with Throsby hovering above her, her hands pinned beneath his. He had his weight supported by his arms, but his lower half pressed hard against her sex.

It felt good, and clearly, Throsby was aroused by what they had done together so far. She looked up into his eyes and smiled, relieved he felt the same thrill. She anticipated that her satisfaction would be better than any of her wicked imaginings had ever conjured up.

He brushed his hips against hers, then pressed a little harder. Daisy’s breath shuddered in response to the feel of his cock straining toward her. He rocked against her a few times, watching her face closely.

Daisy couldn’t look away and widened her legs without prompting, seeking more of the thrilling sensation. Throsby paused, though, and reached for her leg. She expected him to raise her skirts immediately, but all he did was grasp her ankle and stroke his thumb across her ankle bone.

He chuckled, and she realized why he found her leg so amusing.