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“Did you think of me at all, Sophia?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
A wicked glint shone in his eyes. “Did you imagine me giving you pleasure?”
Heat warmed her cheeks, and his smile broadened. He took her hand, then sat on the bench, and patted his lap.
“Come, my love,” he said. “I should like you to sit on me.”
She lowered her gaze to his breeches, which bulged at the top. Then she glanced over her shoulder.
“Adrian…”
“Hush, my love,” he said. “We’re well concealed. Here, let me help you.”
He drew her close and lifted the hem of her skirt. With his knees he nudged her legs apart, then, a final sharp tug, and she landed on top of him, chest to chest, her aching center close to the source of his own need.
“What are you doing?” she gasped.
He dropped a swift kiss on her mouth. “Wait and see. The pleasure will be all the greater for the anticipation. Take my hand.”
He clasped her hand and guided it under her skirts, moving along her thigh. A low growl of pleasure rumbled in his chest and his nostrils flared.
“Oh, there is no greater perfume than that of a woman’s desire,” he whispered. “Tell me, Sophia, when you thought of me giving you pleasure, did you touch yourself?”
“I-I don’t know…”
She drew in a deep breath and a heady perfume replaced the delicate aroma of the flowers in the park—the rich, musky scent of desire. A wave of pleasure began to swell deep inside her.
“Did you bury your fingers among those sweet folds and imagine me touching you there…” He moved her hand along her thigh.
“…imagine the feel of my tongue on you…”
He slipped her fingers into the nest of warm, damp curls.
“…the feel of me inside you…”
His hand stilled, and she squirmed at the urge to ease the ache in her center.
Just a little higher…
“I have touched myself every night since you left,” he said. “Each time I thought of you screaming my name, I almost exploded with the urge to bury myself inside you, the urge to see your face as you come undone at my hands.”
She closed her eyes, and tried to squeeze her thighs together, seeking friction to ride the wave of pleasure.
“Look at me, Sophia,” he commanded. She opened her eyes and saw nothing but raw, male desire staring back at her.
“Good girl. Now touch yourself. Show me how much you thought of me.”
He guided her hand toward her center and she moved her finger along herself. Overcome with embarrassment, she shook her head.
“Permit me to assist.”
His voice came out in a low, throaty growl as he entwined his fingers with hers, and moved them slickly and expertly across her center in a smooth, rhythmic motion. Almost at once, the wave swelled once more, and she rocked her body against his hand while his eyes stared into hers—two dark pools inviting her in.
“Keep looking at me,” he said. “I want to see the expression in your eyes when you spend.”
He increased the rhythm, and her body tightened in anticipation.
