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The urge to command her crashed over him, and he turned his mouth, kissing her. His hand went to the back of her head, cradling her so that he could kiss her deeper, pressing his tongue into her mouth. He wanted her to taste only him. To feel only him touching her. To smell only the salt of his sweat. To hear only the erotic mingling of her pants and his grunts as he claimed her right here. On this desk.
Ina ground her hips into him as she shifted in his lap, trying to turn fully into him. No. This was his time to show her exactly what he wanted. Her pleasure was tantamount in his mind, but it would come on his terms.
He locked his arms around her, holding her so she could hardly move, and broke their kiss. She was panting hard, and her eyes were wild. Good. He wanted her ready and yearning and frustrated—just as he so often was. She’d feel what it was to be him before she came apart in his arms, his to hold and cherish.
“We’re going to play a game,” he said, his voice a growl thick with arousal. “I get to touch you, but you don’t get to touch me.”
“What sort of a game is that?” she asked.
A wicked grin spread over his face. “One you’ll enjoy.”
Warmth flooded her eyes. “Then let’s play.”
His mouth found the rise of her collarbone and nipped. She gasped.
“What does it feel like?” he asked.
“A sting of pain but then it spreads and feels good.”
He grunted his approval and put his lips to the spot, sucking on the sensitive skin. His tongue licked over the area once, soothing the love bite. Then he slid his mouth up the side of her neck to her earlobe and caught up the flesh of it between his teeth.
Ina squirmed, rubbing back and forth over the placket of his trousers. If she hadn’t known he was hard for her before, she knew now. His balls ached for release, but he wasn’t going to hurry this. He wanted her to feel every bit of pleasure he could pull out of her body. He wanted her begging for his cock and crying out his name as she reached for her release.
With both hands on her waist as he kissed her, he lifted her and set her down on her feet. Then he spun her so they were pressed against each other, her back to his front.
“Put your hands on the desk,” he said.
She dutifully placed both hands firmly on the wood desk, careful not to send his papers into disarray. But Gavin didn’t want her careful. He wanted her wanton and wild, and he was determined to get her that way.
His hands cupped her breasts through the fabric of her bodice. He could feel the steel bands of her corset, and he stroked his fingers down them to test the slope of her.
“You could take it all off of me,” she said. “Right here.”
He moaned and pushed his hips against her. “As tempting a thought as that is, I have other plans for you. Ones that don’t require any undressing at all.”
She cast him a look over her shoulder, but his hands were already opening the front of his trousers and pulling out his cock.
“I want you bent over this desk so that it’s the only thing I can think of the next time Chase sits in that chair right there and tries to make me care about crop rotation and irrigation.”
“Won’t that be distracting?” she asked.
He pumped his hand along his rock-hard shaft, preparing himself for her. “In the very best way. Now stay still.”
Letting go of his cock, he bent to grab the hem of her skirts and draw them up. The steel loops of her crinoline collapsed against themselves, flattening out under the fabric when he hitched the whole dress up over her hips, giving him an exquisite view of her round ass.
“You aren’t wearing drawers,” he said, his mouth dry with desire.
“I’ve decided they’re an encumbrance, so I took them off before I came to your study,” she said.
He stroked a hand over her. “You little vixen. You were planning to seduce me all along.”
“You aren’t the only one feeling the effects of our stay,” she said, her hips pushing back into his hand as he skirted close to the V of her legs.
The guilt was back. He knew she was missing home, and she hadn’t voiced a single complaint. He’d taken her away from her art, her friends, and her city and asked her to shoulder the burden of becoming a baronet’s wife overnight. It wasn’t fair, but he’d make it up to her. He just needed more time.
“Have I ever told you how attractive I find your practicality?” he asked, slipping his hand between her warm folds.
Her legs spread a little farther apart, welcoming his fingers, which stroked teasingly over the spot that gave her the most pleasure.
