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“No!” She pulled his hand from her face, shaking her head. “Ican’t, Nicholas!”
“You wouldn’t be alone. I’ll take care of you. We’ll mar—”
Helen came to her feet. “No! I can’t. After September, I’m leaving England. You know that.”
His sigh sounded frustrated.
“I’m sorry, Nicholas. I didn’t mean to…start something I couldn’t finish. I’m frustrated, too.”
He reached for her hand, and though she hesitated, she let him gather it in his. He tugged until she came to sit next to him on the edge of the mattress again.
“You have nothing to apologize for. I understand your concern. I’ll respect your wishes. No risking a child…for now. But let me take care of you. With my mouth. My fingers.”
“Yes.As I wish to take care of you.” Her eyes dropped to the wet-tipped cock bobbing between his hip bones. “With my mou—”
Groaning, his mouth covered hers, and soon he had her back on the bed against the pillows. Her fingers threaded into his black hair, holding him to her breast as his warm tongue laved her. When he slipped a finger into her slickness and stroked her begging peak, she closed her eyes, carried away by wave after wave of sensation.
Her knees raised of their own volition, her thighs spread wide, and she reached blindly for Nicholas’s cock. Hot, rigid, he filled her fist and made her yearn for more. “Iwish…”
His head dropped to the crook of her shoulder. “I know. God, I know. For now…” Joining two fingers, he took her, pushing into her tightness. She gasped, and when she moved against his hand experimentally, her eyes closed on a loud moan. His clever hand was positioned so that with each movement, her clit rubbed against him. She wrapped her fist around his cock, pumping him in the same rhythm as he touched her.
Arching against him, she came, pressing her head back into the pillow and straining. As she returned to herself, she became aware of his hand tightening on her waist, his hips moving, thrusting himself into her loose fist.
She closed her hand around him snugly once more, and the cords in his neck stood out, his entire body becoming rigid. The sensation of his hot cum running over her fingers made her clamp her internal muscles around his fingers again, aftershocks of pleasure arcing through her.
Helen stroked his taut abdomen and looked down at where his hand cupped adoringly against her mons, his fingers still inside. With the barest pressure, his thumb circled her clit. Panting lightly, she shivered.
A few minutes later, after more lingering touches and slow kisses, they both cleaned up at her washstand, and she had a decision to make.
Thank him and bid him goodnight, the voice of reason said within her.
But his skin felt right against hers, and when he cupped her face and kissed her forehead, she wrapped her arms around him.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
She closed her eyes. “I don’t want to send you out into the night. Back into the rain.”
“Then don’t.” His lips rubbed against her temple, and her body softened against his. “I don’t want to leave. I want to climb into that bed with you and listen to the rain. I want to sleep next to you.”
“Then do,” she said with a smile.
