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“Yes, but what if I did... this...” She brought her lips to his and kissed him.
He only stiffened for an instant, then he kissed her hungrily.
His hands still gripped her wrists. She loved knowing that all of that strength and muscle was at her command.
She took his face in her hands. “This is probably, no definitely, the vodka talking, but I think you’re the most intriguing, handsome man in the world. If our lives were simpler, if we didn’t have this bitter history, if you weren’t the Rogue Duke and I wasn’t an outlandish archaeologist... we could drink wine and kiss on the streets of Paris.”
“Right now that sounds like heaven.”
She nibbled on his lower lip. “Mmm. Vodka-kissing.”
When his lips touched hers nothing else seemed to matter except the next kiss, the next sweep of his tongue. How his hands closed around her hips, guiding her over his stiffness.
What power to part her thighs and sink on top of him. His hands moved to her hips.
“We’re nearly to the Palais Royal,” he said.
She rocked against him. “Yes, nearly there.”
His thumb sought her sex beneath her petticoats and skirts. Her drawers had an opening down the middle. He slipped inside. She moaned when he swiped his thumb over her sex.
She felt beautiful and powerful and she never wanted this night to end.
“I want to feast on you, devour you,” growled Raven. “What I really want to do is lift your hips, unbutton my breeches and sink my cock deep inside you.”
His words nearly made her climax. She rubbed her sensitive flesh against his cock.
“Take out your cock,” she said.
He shook his head. “I can’t do that.”
“Just... for a minute.” Her mind had gone wanton and wild. She wanted to feel his cock touching her intimate places. “We don’t have to... do anything. I just want to feel it. I want to see it.”
She lifted her hips, holding on to the solid wall of his shoulders. He undid the buttons of his trousers and his cock sprang free. He ringed it with his fist. “Is this what you want?”
She bit her lip, staring down at the glorious sight of Raven’s arousal. “God, I want you, Raven.”
He groaned. “I want you, Indy. More than anything in the entire world. But we’re... in a carriage and we’re about to arrive at the Palais Royal.”
“Then we’ll have to be quick about it.”
She closed her thighs around his cock, rocking against him. He didn’t go inside her. He would never do that until she granted him permission.
They didn’t have time, and the urgency made it even more erotic. His thumb moved to the hood of her sex and as she rocked against him, he touched her, slow and soft at first and then hard and fast in a staccato beat in march time.
“Ah... ah... that feels so good.” She fell forward against his shoulder as pleasure rippled through her body. She lay still, wrung out and limp.
Holding her limbs tight around his cock, he thrust upward between her thighs, never entering her. The full length of him sliding against her sensitive folds nearly made her climax again.
“Indy, Gods. Indy,” he moaned. One last upward thrust and warmth trickled down her belly. He’d reached his pleasure as well.
He wiped her belly clean with his handkerchief.
She climbed off his lap and rearranged her skirts. He refastened his breeches.
“I’ve marked you,” she said in a breathy, pleasure-laden voice that she almost didn’t recognize as her own. “You’re going to have a damp patch on your breeches.”
“I don’t give a damn.” He smiled at her. “Let the world see. It’s a badge of honor.”
