Chapter Seven #2
“You’ll find no argument from me.” A sigh of contentment escaped her seconds before he brought his mouth crashing down on hers.
As with every time he’d done the same, the attraction and surge of hot desire was intense.
Needing better contact than knocking knees would allow, she broke their connection merely to reorient herself.
When she climbed into his lap and straddled his waist with her knees sinking into the soft squabbing, a low groan issued from him.
“Does this make you uncomfortable, Mr. Hamilton?” Using his name as a tease sent a feeling of power zipping through her.
“Absolutely not. In fact, I welcome the challenge.” Again, he claimed her lips as his hands went to her waist.
She rather liked this position, for it allowed her greater access to him.
One of her hands rested on his shoulder while the other slipped to his nape.
With the gentlest pressure of her fingers, she encouraged him to deepen the embrace.
He did, and was superb about it. All too soon, he chased her tongue with his.
When one of his hands sneaked upward to pluck the pins from her hair, she smiled against his lips.
The sensual feel of her hair as it fell to her shoulders and tumbled down her back was exquisite.
Or perhaps that was merely because she was in his company in such a scandalous manner.
The pitter patter of the rain on the roof of the carriage added to the cozy intimacy as she returned his kisses with an almost feral hunger.
What was wrong with her that she couldn’t have enough of his touches, his proximity, his body brushing against hers?
Drat the fact she still wore gloves, for she wanted to feel the silkiness of his hair on her fingers.
He tangled a hand into her tresses, and when he tugged, her chin rose, inviting him to nip and nibble the side of her neck.
Tingles raced down her spine at the light scrape of his teeth as well as the rasp of his evening whiskers.
“Damn, but you are far too delicious and dangerous for my piece of mind.”
Never had she been referred to as dangerous, but she rather liked it. “Then it’s good we’ve made this arrangement, hmm?” With each word she spoke, her lips touched his, and oh how she wished they weren’t in a carriage because she wanted to explore him.
“Yes, and tonight you will fully become my mistress in the original sense of the word.” Quickly, he delved his hands beneath the cape she worn.
Then he yanked down the bodice of her gown, and the low neckline of it didn’t offer much resistance.
When the relative coolness of the air wafted across her bared breasts, she shivered. “I can’t wait to start.”
“If you ask me, you’re doing exactly that right now.” Her nipples tightened as she waited in shaking anticipation for him to tease her.
“Ha.” Dipping his head, he took one of those hardened tips into the warm cavern of his mouth, and she wanted to melt in a puddle at his feet.
Why didn’t her anxiety flare into an episode?
After all, this was familiar but new, for he didn’t approach carnal games or intercourse like Samuel had.
It was both the same yet different, and right now, the things Gregory made her feel threatened to swamp her.
In fact, she wanted to scream into the heavens how freeing being with a man again was.
It was an interesting thought, and one she would remember to revisit later.
“Don’t woolgather while I’m seeking to pleasure you,” he whispered as he switched his attentions to her other breast.
“I’m trying, but you make me feel as if I’ll burst apart the moment you touch me.
Beyond that, I fear I’m not nearly sophisticated enough to be labeled a mistress.
” It was always a worry at the back of her mind, and if she allowed herself to linger on that point, panic filled her chest. “Shouldn’t I be irresistible and guide you into a seduction? ”
“Gammon,” he said and punctuated his statement with a light bite to one of her nipples.
“It can mean that, of course, and some men seek out highly skilled and experienced women for such purposes, but there is no rule to how a woman fills that role.” Then a swatch of silence followed as he manipulated her breasts with his tongue, lips, and fingers.
“Good heavens, I am going to perish before we ever reach my home.” She threw back her head and arched her back, which put her more firmly into his care.
“I would advise against that, because I have much more planned for you.”
By the time the carriage rocked to a halt in front of her townhouse, they were both nearly lost in each other.
Heat prickled over her skin and surged through her blood.
She plucked at the folds of his snowy cravat, wanted that length of fabric off his neck so she could press kisses there, but he took hold of her hands.
“Stop. Peter will be ‘round to put down the steps,” he whispered in a barely audible voice. “Put your clothes to rights.”
With a nod, she fumbled with her bodice but feared she’d done a shoddy job beneath her cloak. At least she had that to cover it. There was nothing she could do about her hair, for the pins were lost to the night and the shadowy interior of the carriage.
The vehicle rocked as Peter jumped down from the box. Seconds later, the door swung open and he put down the steps.
“Welcome home, Mrs. Knight.”
“Thank you, Peter.”
Gregory removed himself from the carriage then offered a hand to assist her down the steps. “Go home, Peter,” he told the driver. “I intend to stay over here tonight.”
Flutters moved through her lower belly, for this was truly happening. He would join her in her bed, and the night would end in a coupling she suspected would surpass her wildest dreams. Knots of worry pulled in her belly, and her breathing increased.
Am I ready for this?
“Shall I fetch you tomorrow, Mr. Hamilton?” There was nothing about his demeanor or tone that indicated he knew who she was to Gregory or even if he approved or not.
“Yes, around the ten o’clock hour would do nicely. I’ll go directly to my office from here. Thank you.”
“Of course. Enjoy the evening.”
“I intend to.” With a bit of a cheeky smirk, Gregory escorted her into the house. He caught her in his arms as soon as the door closed behind them.
“What are you…?” The remainder of her words were stolen by a kiss that seared him into her brain.
With a sigh, she completely surrendered to him, returned his kisses as if there was nothing she’d rather do in this world.
Good heavens, she was drowning in him, in how he made her feel.
Only now did she understand why women became mistresses.
The promise of pleasure, or being bedded by a man who knew what he was doing, was far too tempting.
Well, at least one reason why a woman wished to become a mistress.
“Where?” he whispered as he ripped away her cloak and dropped it to the floor.
“My suite.” She shoved the great coat from his shoulders.
“Guide me.” Seconds later, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her toward the stairs. “Damn, woman, I want you so badly we might not arrive in your bed.”
Well, she didn’t want to be taken on the stairs, but the thrill of that happening left her giddy with anticipation. This was, by far, the most interesting thing that she’d ever embarked upon, and she intended to enjoy every moment of it.