Page 38 of The Lady’s Great Escape

“No. I can’t help but think of you throughout the day. And when I might be able to taste you again.”

“I squirm in my bed at night longing for you. I have—” No, she surely couldn’t tell him that.

“Have you touched yourself down there while thinking of me?” He asked as if he’d heard her thoughts.

She nodded hoping the shadows hid her blush.

“I have as well,” he confided without the least bit of shame. “Tell me what you thought of.”

“I couldn’t possibly.”

“You can and if you do, I very well may do it.” He placed a kiss below and slightly behind her ear where she’d thought of him kissing her last night.

“That,” she admitted. “You kissing me there in that spot. But moving lower and lower until… Until…”

“I was kissing you between your legs like I did yesterday morning.”

“Oh yes. Tell me what you thought of when you pleasured yourself. I may even do it.”

He growled into her neck. “I’m going to have to start carrying French letters in all my available pockets. Perhaps I’ll have my valet sew extra pockets for just such a thing so I’ll have plenty of sheaths with me.”

He set her on a low wall and tossed her skirts up before kneeling to lick her in the place that made her cry out. His fingers tightened on her thighs, a silent reminder she wasn’t in her bedchamber but a garden where others might be near and could hear them.

Staying quiet was almost too much effort, but she managed to crest in her pleasure without screaming or making so much as a whimper. There was nothing, however, to be done for her harsh breathing except to press her face into Kit’s jacket and wait until it slowed.

But instead of giving her a moment to recover, he was standing and pressing inside her. Taking her orgasm higher still instead of allowing it to fade into the mist of the garden around them.

“You didn’t tell me what you thought of,” she reminded him. His face was caught in a bit of light coming from the house and she saw him falter and then shake his head. “Please.”

He paused and let his head fall back. “Very well. Can you stand?”

She wasn’t certain. “I may manage to stand, but walking is beyond me,” she answered.

He lifted her down from the wall and spun her to face it. “You can support yourself by leaning on the wall.”

She did as he said, unsure of his plan until she felt the night air on her backside when he raised her skirts again. Then he was there in that place but from a completely different angle that filled her in a completely different but exquisite way.

From this position he was far better suited to thrust into her, deeper than he’d ever been. His large hands spanned her waist pulling her back to meet each thrust. She quickly caught onto the rhythm and was able to keep up with his tempo. They were quickly swept away by their pursuit to desire. It didn’t take long at all for both of them to find it.

“I daresay, you were louder than me,” she said when they were able to pull apart and breathe easier again. “And after you scolded me to be quiet.”

He helped brush out her skirts while laughing. “I should apologize.”

She tilted her head and narrowed her gaze. “You said you should apologize, yet you didn’t actually apologize. I’m beginning to think you are more of a Scottish brute than you sound.”

“I might be. But I can’t bring myself to be sorry for anything that just transpired. And now you’ll return to the dance floor with a beautiful flush to your cheeks and my scent hovering around you while I on the other hand will stand smugly in a corner with a knowing smile on my face.”

“You are the devil.”

“Yes. You are right again. I fear you’ve known me for too long.”

And yet, not long enough.

She shook her head indulgently and fixed a few pins that had come loose from her hair.

“I’ll return first. You wait a few minutes and come in later so it doesn’t appear we were together.”

He nodded. “The oldest trick of a rendezvous. I’m sure it still works.” He winked and gave her bottom a pat as she passed him. “See you soon.”