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“Being back on the ground after soaring through the air with such freedom makes me feel quite wanton and uninhibited,” she whispered and dropped her gaze to his mouth.
Oh, dear God. A rush of hot sensation moved through his shaft, hardening it. Yes, fool indeed. “Is that right?” His lips brushed hers. There was no doubt in his mind that he’d gone mad.
“Quite.” With the veriest bit of pressure, she tugged him even closer. “Now I’m wondering if you’re courageous enough to explore exactly what I mean.”
Was he? There was no mistaking her meaning, and he wanted her in a way that made absolutely no sense to the logical mind. Certainly, there were risks associated with doing such a thing, yet… For the first time in his adult life, Benedict clamped a lid on his natural tendency to use caution as a preventive measure. Before he could think about ramifications or consequences, he slid his arms around her. Perhaps it was time to practice living in the moment. “What do you think?” And then he crushed his mouth to hers.
The attraction already present between them caught fire and pulled them into its vortex as he kissed her thoroughly and quite relentlessly. Her lips were soft and insistent, and she gave him back everything he offered. All too soon tongues were entwined, and hands were exploring until his cravat was loosened and the buttons of her vest were undone.
Anne wrenched away. She took his hand. “Come with me.”
As was standard since the day he met the petite wonder, he wordlessly followed and made no protest when she led him toward the barn. Due to his passion-soaked brain, he couldn’t remember the name of the tenant who owned the barn or worked the plot of land, but he supposed it didn’t matter, for no one was around at this time of morning.
As soon as they entered the building, the pungent scent of barnyard animals, straw, and leather filled his nose. None of the beasts were in residence and the few stalls had already been mucked out, another clue the tenant wouldn’t return until nightfall. And then he didn’t care, for the sight of Anne’s backside as she climbed a wooden ladder to the hayloft above took his attention. Knowing he’d soon see those curves, those legs sans clothing sent heightened sensation through his shaft, making the climb after her rather uncomfortable.
The second he gained the loft, Anne returned to his arms, kissing him with the verve and enthusiasm she showed to every aspect of her life. And what sort of gentleman would he be if he didn’t oblige her?
Various bits of clothing fell to the fragrant, clean straw: his jacket, her vest, their gloves, his waistcoat, cuffs, collar, and cravat. Then he pulled his shirt from his body the same time Anne removed hers, and he almost lost control of himself in that moment, for she wore stays beneath the shirt, and damn if that wasn’t the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.
“Dear God, Anne, you’re—”
She cut his words off with a fierce kiss. “No talking. I just want you.” When she dropped to the hay and beckoned to him, Benedict was lost.
Quickly, he tugged off his boots. They fell to the boards of the loft with two resounding thuds. He kneeled before her and relieved Anne of hers, and as he worked to pull off the breeches that had tempted him beyond reason, she manipulated the laces of her stays. Seconds later, she was gloriously naked with her body bared to his inspection, and the daring girl leaned back onto her elbows to let him look his fill.
She was right. There was no need for words. He would show her his admiration instead. With his gaze holding hers, he removed his breeches, uncaring that his member was proudly rampant, and when he came over her body, settling between her bent knees, a sigh escaped when he found her lips again with his.
If he weren’t already half besotted with her, kissing her, exploring her body as she did to him would have done the trick. Soft, silky skin met his wandering fingers, glided beneath his lips as he sought to familiarize himself with every nuance of her form. The slopes of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the gentle swell of her stomach all called to him, for his touch, and she was as lush and gorgeous as he’d imagined.
The moment he closed his mouth onto a pebbled pink nipple, she moaned and arched her back while he kneaded her other breast. The scent of straw combined with the lighter, fragrance of lilies of the valley, and he couldn’t have enough. Benedict nuzzled the crook of her shoulder, nipped and nibbled a path between her breasts, over them, explored her navel while he pleasured her with his fingers.
She removed his spectacles, which was just as well, for he dipped his head between her splayed thighs and drew his tongue along her folds. Apparently, she hadn’t expected that, for she gasped and squirmed from his attention. Chuckling against her skin, he encouraged that tiny bud at her center out of hiding and then set to work worrying it with his lips, alternately sucking it into his mouth and soothing it with swipes of his tongue. Anne held his head tightly against her flesh. In the next second she attempted to shove him away, but he could be stubborn when he wished.
And in this moment, he wouldn’t stop until he’d sent her over the edge.
“Oh, oh. Oh!” A keening cry left Anne’s throat the second he increased the friction against that nubbin. She squirmed, thrashed her head into the straw. A red flush faintly stained her chest and cheeks as she curled the fingers of one hand into his hair.
“Never say I’ve managed to give you something you’ve never experienced before.” Pure masculine smugness welled within him at the thought as he came back up her body.
“I didn’t know it was possible. Wondered about it, of course, but…”
Benedict cut off her words with a kiss he hoped knocked all thought from her mind. With an arm beneath one of her knees, he fit his tip to her opening, and when she nodded, he thrust his hips, penetrating her fully and as deep as he could go.
A soft hiss of breath was the only indication of pain from her broken maidenhead, but she hooked her other leg around his, her heel snug against his bum. The thin veil of tears in her eyes faded as he moved, slowly at first to give her time to acclimate to him.
“How… marvelous!” Anne’s eyes popped open, and she trained them on his face. Wonder clouded those depths. “Never could I have imagined…”
He grunted. Accolades could come later. “There’s so much more.” The fact he was nearly too far gone wasn’t lost on him, for it had been a long while indeed since he’d last coupled with a woman. Being fearful and assessing risks didn’t exactly make for many bouts between the sheets. But with Anne, stroking into her beautiful, receptive body didn’t make him afraid. Fear was beaten back as pleasure swelled and appreciation for her took hold.
Over and over, he pumped until he found a rhythm and she matched it. One of her hands curled around his upper arm while the other she’d flung above her head to grasp at a wooden pole that supported the roof of the structure. It was just as well, for each consecutive thrust grew more powerful than the last. All too soon, he was lost to the tight heat of her, floating on the snatches of moans and the soft sounds of encouragement she made at the back of her throat.
“Benedict…”
“Hmm?” His eyes were half-shuttered, but hers were open and watching him, the irises darkened to sapphire.
“I need more, but don’t know what.” A waver of uncertainty had entered her voice. “If I’m an adventure, show me how thrilling I am.” She squeezed his arm and slight pressure of her heel at his bum told him all he needed to know.
Oh, God. He unexpectedly lost a piece of his heart to her in that moment. But he rose to the challenge and thrust again.
