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“Here?” The captain glanced about the drawing room. Then he reached out to pet Mathieu, but the cat danced away to squirm beneath the sofa.
“Why not? I have given the staff the night off for Old Year’s celebrations.”
A wicked light appeared in his eyes. “We will have to have a modified session.”
“And this troubles you?” She plucked at his cravat. It took next to no time to unravel the knot and tug the length of fabric from his person.
“You don’t mind?”
“I am with you. It doesn’t matter how, and who is to say it won’t be wonderful?”
“I think being married to you will keep me sufficiently busy for the rest of my life.” Then he kissed her again.
Belle sighed. Those sensual lips, both firm and pliable pressed to hers, were exactly what she’d waited for since he’d left without a word. She looped her arms about his wide shoulders and pushed herself more securely against the hard wall of his chest. Even though he remained on his knees and she at the edge of the sofa, there was a certain intimacy there she couldn’t deny. In his arms, she was safe and no longer alone, would never be again.
If they were fortunate.
“If you wish to rest your arm, we can come together later.” She worked the buttons on his jacket and burrowed her hands beneath the article of clothing to explore his back. Even through the layers of fabric that separated her fingers from his skin, the play of his muscles sent butterflies tickling through her insides.
“What is a little pain compared to claiming my lady?” Another few kisses followed the inquiry as he manipulated the few buttons at the back of her gown, awkwardly with one hand. “I shall be right as rain.” He moved his mouth over hers, seeking, exploring, asking… thanking. When he traced her lower lip with the tip of his tongue, she gasped at the marvelous sensations tripping through her. The faint hint of mint lingered there, and she chased it, thinking it quite decadent to lick those last vestiges away. He found her tongue and soon they dueled in a delicious battle where he teased and parried, and she thrust and met each stroke. Then it was she who went after him in a glide of silk along satin until they drank from each other, took what they wanted.
Shared each breath and sigh.
Not content to keep him fully clothed, Belle helped him to remove the sling then tugged at the laces of his waistcoat, and when that didn’t give her enough tactile feel of him, she slid her hands around his waist and downward to cup his taut backside. When Hawk groaned and applied himself to apparently kissing her senseless, she smiled against his lips. She couldn’t have enough of him. In fact, she needed so much more, but how to manage it when one of his arms wasn’t useful?
“Hawk… Montague, please touch me.” The dear man followed instructions quickly enough, and when he cupped her breasts, teased her nipples into tight, hard peaks through the fabric of her gown, a whimper of need escaped her.
“So beautiful.” His whisper skated over her cheek. He trailed his lips beneath the underside of her jaw and along the side of her neck, while his fingers manipulated her gown, tugging it down, down, down until her breasts popped free of the fabric. “And you are the true treasure I found at the end of our adventure.” Hawk nipped a daring path over the tops of those mounds, and when he closed his lips around one tightened bud, she nearly fainted from the rush of pleasure that washed over her.
“I thought you said you weren’t given over to flowery prose?” Then her thoughts scattered for he again took a straining nipple into his mouth while twisting the other with a thumb and forefinger. Pleasure streaked wildly through her body, and she trembled with heightened need.
“I suppose it depends on the situation with the lady.” With a groan, he pushed off the floor, and when he resettled on the sofa next to her, she turned to him with a cocked eyebrow.
“What other wickedness are you about? I can see it in your eyes.”
“Putting you where I need you to be for this modified carnal display.” Before she could formulate a reply, Hawk hauled her into his lap, so she straddled his waist. Her skirts bunched between them, but she didn’t care if they were crushed, for he felt all too good between her legs.
“I rather enjoy this position.” When she pressed her lips to the skin uncovered by his undone cravat, a gasp hissed from him. “And I rather enjoy having you at my mercy.” Why had she never taken the initiative while married to Laurence? The rush of power coursing through her system was amazing.
“I am yours to command.” As he applied himself to bedeviling her with feather weighted kisses beneath her chin, Belle shivered as her need spiked. She wriggled on his lap, and he moaned, for the hard, aroused length of him rubbed at her thigh. “The only question you need to answer is do you wish to have this coupling drawn out or would you like to get to the fun straightaway?”
Oh, merciful heavens.
Her hold on sanity frayed. “Perhaps we should let our bodies decide.”
“Fair enough.” He claimed her lips again with more determination and aggression than he had before. When she held his head between her hands and made love to his mouth, Hawk tugged her skirting free of her body. “I cannot wait to taste you—all of you,” he murmured against her lips.
A shiver careened down her spine. “There is nothing stopping you.” She moved on from his mouth to nip and nibble beneath his jaw. When he groaned as she found a particularly sensitive point, she spent leisurely seconds at the spot, teasing it with her lips and tongue. “I never thought I would find myself engaged again let alone enjoy intimacy with a man, but I should have known you would have changed everything.”
“As you’ve said numerous times, Iamquite charming.” Over and over, he kissed her as if he sought to learn every secret her mouth held. And when he was finished, he explored the column of her neck, glanced his lips along her breasts, caressed her thighs until she stirred, restless, her eyes closed, and desire humming through her veins.
“I don’t think I have seen just how much.” Carefully, so she wouldn’t disturb his injured arm, she pushed her hands beneath his jacket and pulled his shirttails from his trousers. Then she put her hands on his bare skin and sighed. He was warm and crisp hairs rasped against her palms. “Next time we do this, I want you naked so I can properly explore.”
“As if I could deny you.” The dratted man refused to let her have the advantage, for he once more teased her sensitive nipples with his lips and tongue.
“Oh, yes, more.” Belle’s head lolled to her shoulder. She arched her back, which put both breasts directly into his care. Like a man presented with his favorite dessert, the captain devoured her, stroked, squeezed, pleasured her breasts until she squirmed upon his lap. Over and over, he tormented a pebbled tip with his tongue and at the same time eased a hand between her thighs.
“Let us see just how much you want me.” The wicked gleam had returned to his eyes as he found the swollen bud at her center.
