Chapter Seven #2
“Only lovely?” The insistent press of his aroused length against her arse betrayed how much he enjoyed this as well.
“Obviously I’m not teasing you correctly.
” With his lips on hers, he caressed her breasts, her nipples all over again, in a never-ending cycle, and this time, the friction and heat from his skin, the callouses on his fingers added another layer of sensation to the play.
“Oh!” Angelica squirmed on his lap. Her eyes shuttered closed and once more her back arched.
Need throbbed through her core; her breath came in shallow pants.
Blissful tingles darted over her skin. Fires replaced her blood.
Good heavens, she was nearly at that edge, hovering, waiting, teetering, seconds away from flying.
And it was glorious.
“More,” she gasped out and lifted a hand to wrap around his nape, encourage his head closer to hers. “I need more.” This was sheer folly to do this again with him, but she couldn’t help it. Ever since that first coupling, she’d craved his touch.
How can I give him up?
“I adore watching you when you are in the throes of pleasure, and I can’t help but imagine sliding my shaft deep into your hot, wet passage.” Each word of that suggestive whisper worked to fling her closer to that edge.
“But…” This would only mean heartbreak and disaster when they were forced to part at month’s end, but then his hand was between her thighs, moving the skirting aside as if it was nothing. “Oh, yes…”
He furrowed his fingers through her feminine curls while keeping his other hand at her breast, rolling a nipple. “Tell me how you like me to touch you.” As he strummed those talented digits along her flesh, she whimpered. How could she possibly think right now?
Unable to form words, Angelica put a hand over his guiding him to where she needed him to be most, and straightaway he found her swollen button, encouraged it out of hiding, and then applied friction to that nubbin as if that was his only purpose in life.
“It isn’t merely touching me, it is how you treat me.
” Shivery sensations raced along her spine, pushed into every nerve ending.
“It all works into seeing me undone.” She held his fingers to her pearl, clutched his nape with her other hand.
He kissed her but didn’t leave off with his frenzied friction, glided his lips over her cheek, and when he bit her earlobe, streaks of need slammed through her core to heighten the feelings already crashing through her body.
“My sweet angel.” The warmth of his breath drifted over her cheek.
“Oh, oh…” Again, she squirmed on his lap. The hard ridge of his arousal pressed against her bottom. “I’m nearly there…” Words proved too much for her. If he didn’t finish her, she’d slip right off his lap into a puddle.
“Exactly where you should be.” The cheeky man pinched her nipple, rolled that hardened tip. The pleasure-pain sent her hurtling toward that glimmering edge. His chuckle was all too satisfied as he increased the pressure… everywhere. “Let me see you fly.”
Those words made her shatter, and the more she collapsed into his care, the greater the wave of ecstasy smacked into her, carried her into that sparkling world where sound and light didn’t exist. “Oh!” Angelica screamed out her pleasure, for there was no one in the cottage except they two.
She writhed on his lap, held his hand tighter to her button while familiar contractions pulsed through her core.
Never will I tire of feeling this with him.
“So beautiful,” he murmured and once more dragged his lips down the side of her throat. “I was going to stop at this, but you are so tempting.”
“I’ll not bid you nay.” After a few lovely, blissful moments, she came back to herself with only enough strength to slump against him. “How do you manage to send me flying so quickly?” Residual shivers danced through her body.
“Perhaps it’s fate.” Caleb nuzzled the crook of her shoulder again.
“How can I go back to Tittleford as if this week never existed?” The thought brought a wash of tears to her eyes. “I mean it, Caleb. I’m going to tell the duke that I’m remaining here. He can fuss all he wants, but I can no longer keep up appearances. I don’t care what he says any longer.”
It’s time to live for me.
“I know. It’s quite unfair.” He pressed his lips to her forehead in a gesture that nearly broke her. “It’s tearing me apart that we can’t be together in all the ways that matter.”
“Perhaps in another lifetime.” There was always the dream of having a man who cared for her like he did.
An intense light lit his eyes. “I could always—”
“No.” The word came out louder than she’d meant, she shook her head, for she knew he referred to killing her husband. “Don’t put yourself in the muck, Caleb. That’s not the answer and you know it. You’ll hang, and I’ll still be without you.”
“Then I will come down clandestinely once a month. We can sneak in here, be together at the dower house, and afterward, I can slip back to London with no one the wiser.”
It was as likely a plan as any. Angelica nodded as excitement circled through her belly. “I would enjoy that.”
“As would I.”
That provoked a tight smile. At least it was a plan. Would it be enough? She still wasn’t free to be with him in public or even talk about their relationship She wasn’t free to walk with him where someone might see once this month was over, since Tittleford had ordered her to make him feel welcome.
“I can’t think about that now,” she said in a whisper as tears filled her eyes.
“Then let us have a distraction.” Gently, he eased her off his lap.
“For I’m not nearly done with you. Sending you flying was merely an appetizer.
” He stood, caught her hand, and then tugged her into his arms and claimed her lips in a series of gentle kisses that left her reeling and as weak-kneed as if she were naught but a debutante experiencing her first embrace.
Afterward, he said, “I know it’s not much but it’s something. ”
“Yes.” She nodded. “It’s better than nothing, and I intend to enjoy it to the last. Just don’t let the duke catch you.”
“I swear I won’t.” Catching her hand, he led her out of the room and headed for the stairs. “For you, I’d risk everything, though.”
“I fear I would do the same for you.” Because she could, she stopped their forward momentum, then she lifted onto her toes and kissed him.
With a low growl, he pulled her into his arms and returned the gesture with an intensity that stole her breath and sent hot need through her veins.
Perhaps it’s folly to love someone this much, for this can only end in disaster.
But she didn’t care, not in this moment. Then she was lost in him, didn’t offer a protest when he started her seduction all over again as they awkwardly and heatedly made their way up the stairs toward the main suite.
It had to be enough