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He wrapped her tightly in his arm, while his other hand touched her center. She cried out, causing him to chuckle against her skin. “Not so fast, my dear.”
She curled her fingers into his coat as she rode his palm with a renewed vigor. “Yes. Fast. Now.”
She could only speak in single syllables, and her thoughts were failing her as well.
In. Deep. Now.
That’s all she wanted.
Her hands went to his breeches, ripping at his buttons, demanding to unleash his swollen shaft.
“No,” he growled and bit her on her shoulder. “I don’t have the armor with me. Not here.”
Jo whimpered in frustration.
“You’ll get what you came for,” he whispered hoarsely, and his talented fingers started moving skillfully between the wet petals of her quim. She rode him, her muscles contracting around his fingers.
It wasn’t enough. She wanted all of him. But he kept playing with her, not giving her the release she craved.
“Richard,” she cried in frustration and got a wicked grin in return.
“Why, Miss Claremont, how scandalous!”
It wasn’t time for jokes. Jo was burning on the inside. “Please,” she whimpered, and he devoured her mouth again. Either from burning passion or in a desperate attempt to shut her up.
He plunged his fingers inside her and watched her as her mouth opened on a silent cry. “Ride me, my dear,” he whispered against her lips. “Bathe me with your juices.”
He circled the center of her sex with his thumb, and a moan of pleasure ripped from her lungs.
Jo resumed the relentless rhythm of her hips, riding his hand as she held on to him tightly.
She heard the fabric rip and didn’t know whether it was her clothes or his, nor did she care. She only cared about that sweet oblivion at the end of this magical ride.
She cried out again, all her muscles tightening and letting go. Her body pulsed from pleasure, but Richard didn’t stop. He kept drawing more and more pleasure, wave after wave, from her body.
When Jo opened her eyes, her cheek was pressed against Richard’s shoulder. His one hand was still cupping her most intimate place, while his other hand was drawing soothing circles on her back.
“Mm,” she whimpered, turning her head, and kissing him on his neck. His cravat was nowhere in sight, and his neck was lined with sweat.
He hissed. “Careful,” he said hoarsely. “Some of us haven’t experienced the little death yet. My body is still strung up tight.”
Jo laughed and leaned back so she could see his pained face. His gaze immediately fell to her bared breasts and his eyes filled with hunger. He licked his lips, and Jo could feel the flames of desire igniting low in her stomach.
“It’s an easy problem to fix,” she said as she ran her hand over his erect length through his tenting breeches.
Richard lowered his mouth and sucked on her breast again.
Jo moaned at the same moment as the door to the room opened.
Richard cursed and pulled her tighter against his chest, covering her body from the intruders.
“Oh, God, Richard?” Lady Vane’s surprised voice sounded from the direction of the door.
“Isabel?” Richard growled.
“Christ!” Someone else cursed loudly. Probably Lord Vane.
There was a shuffle of clothing and the sounds of footsteps before the door shut once again.
