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On the next down stroke of her lips he rose to meet her, his body bucking in an uneven rhythm. Her pleasure spasm was smaller this time, less earth shaking, but the knowledge that he was so close to finding his own pleasure made her feel powerful and seductive.
She moved her sex upward, away from his mouth, because her body was too sensitive now.
“I’m going to come,” he growled.
He half-sat behind her, lifting her chin away from his sex. He wrapped one long arm around her torso, underneath her breasts, and sat up, pulling her with him. He remained behind her. Her thighs were spread wide on either side of his hips. She had an excellent view as his hand gripped his cock.
Her sex slid against the base of his cock as he pumped himself with his fist. She watched in fascination as he finished with a few swift, hard strokes.
He groaned and his seed spilled over his fist and onto his thighs and the carpet.
He collapsed back and she climbed off of him, turning her body, fitting her head to his shoulder, and kissing his neck.
She should probably be embarrassed by whatever they’d just been doing, but for now she just wanted to recline by the last embers of the fire with his arms around her, limp and worn and still fizzing with pleasure.
Chapter 17
The glowing embers of Raven’s orgasm faded, leaving his whole body light and heavy at the same time. He’d been with other women, what seemed like a lifetime ago, memories like ancient manuscripts faded by the sun.
Sex had been just a physical function. Sometimes a means to an end, a way of extracting information, a method of giving pleasure and receiving it in return.
He’d had willing partners, women who traded in secrets.
“Gracious,” Indy murmured against his neck. “My dreams are lewd, but I certainly never imagined simultaneous... feasting. Your tongue in my... oh. Do you think that’s what Mr. Shakespeare was referring to?”
“You make me want to do wildly inappropriate things, Indy.”
“There was certainly nothing appropriate about it, I must say.”
“We should talk about this... about why we keep succumbing to this attraction between us.”
“What’s there to talk about?” She laughed shakily. “I tried the buttery escargot. Now it’s out of my system. I’ll order something else next time.”
“I should have been able to resist. You’re my weakness. I don’t want you to have regrets about this. I swear to you that I’ll be stronger. That it won’t happen again.”
“We keep making these promises, don’t we?”
“We do.”
Probably he should ease her up to a seated position. Find their clothing. Bundle her back to her own bed.
He fit her more closely into his arms, brushing his lips against her forehead.
“Life takes such unexpected twists and turns,” she murmured. “I’m a fallen woman, I have been for years, but I don’t feel as though I’ve fallen. I feel like I’ve been climbing a steep incline, and each one of my experiences shows me where to find the next foothold.”
He kissed the top of her head. “I’d rather be your mountain than your escargot.”
He had to make jokes, because otherwise he was going to come completely undone.
He wanted to kiss her. Fold her into his arms and ask her to sleep with him in the bed with the blue velvet curtains. He had the strongest urge to spill all of his secrets.
But his secrets weren’t his alone to tell. Other lives would be harmed, other covers compromised.
She nestled her head more firmly into the crook of his neck. “At the private girls’ academy I attended in North Yorkshire we were warned so often about the dangers of losing our virtue, of falling from the path of righteousness. I never subscribed to the fear and guilt they tried to instill in my breast.”
“My boarding school was equally manipulative and controlling.” He couldn’t tell her the nature of his training, but he could speak to the topic she had raised. “The instructors believed that harshness and discipline were the only methods that would produce men in their own mold.”
“I’ve always wondered why you went to school in Scotland?”
