Chapter 15 #3
“Yes.” But as he drew away, she cupped the back of his head, stopping him.
Their eyes met and held for two heartbeats.
And then Tamsin kissed him. His hands came up to cradle her face as he kissed her back.
Warmth flooded through her as though the door had been opened and the sun drowned the room with its light. Everything was bright and sweet.
Her hands were on his back, his arms, his chest. She stripped off his coat and ran her fingers over the muscles under his shirt.
As they sank to their knees, he kissed her neck, his lips tantalizing as she undid his collar and cuffs then pulled the shirt over his head.
She inhaled sharply as her fingers touched his warm flesh.
He was solid and muscular and so alive. As her hands explored him, his reached under her skirt to place a hand on her knee.
Slowly, he moved it upward, bringing heat and a zing of pleasure as he caressed her.
She opened her legs and pulled him closer. She couldn’t be close enough to him.
She reached for the fall of his trousers, and he pulled back, looked down at her. “Tamsin, are you sure you want this?”
“I want something to remember you by.” She kissed him again then drew back suddenly. “Not a brat.”
He gave her a heart-stopping smile. “Understood.”
He kissed her again then shifted her and pulled her dress over her head.
She wore little underneath, and while he busied himself disposing of her undergarments, she dealt with his trousers.
Soon the fall was open, and his cock was in her hands.
Like the rest of him, it was warm and hard.
She ran a hand up and down it, tried to close her fist around it but couldn’t quite manage.
“Keep doing that and this will be done before it’s begun.
” He stood up, kicked off his boots, and began to slide his trousers down his thighs.
But that put his male member at the right spot for her to lean forward and take the tip in her mouth.
Kildare let out a surprised groan and gripped her shoulder.
Tamsin put her hands on his bare arse and squeezed then leaned closer and took more of him.
“Oh, God,” he breathed. “This is—you are—”
She’d never done this before, but she’d known enough whores to hear something about various techniques.
His response was so pleasing that she wanted to try them all.
She loved the way the muscles in his thighs flexed as she sucked, and the way his breath caught when she took him deeper. “Archer, I’m going to—”
She nodded and looked up at him, her mouth swollen with his cock. He put a hand out to grip the wall and when she gave another suck, she felt his member jerk and then hot liquid filled her mouth. She tried to swallow it, though some dribbled out and down her chin to plop on her breasts.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his eyes dark as he watched his own seed drip down over one nipple.
Then he pulled away and put his hands under her arms, pulling her up.
He kissed her, teasing her hard nipples with his hands and rubbing the hot liquid over them until they were slick.
Her knees were weak, and she sank to the floor, where his coat still lay.
His arm behind her head, he settled her down then proceeded to kiss and lick her naked body.
She should have been appalled at herself.
She was naked in the middle of the day, lying on the floor, with a man kissing her all over.
When he spread her legs and looked at her sex, she actually opened wider for him.
She hardly recognized herself for the wanton she had become.
Or perhaps this was always who she’d been, but she’d had to push this part of herself down in order to survive. Now, in these few stolen moments, she could let her sensual side have free rein.
“You are so beautiful,” he said as he kissed her thigh.
Then he settled between her legs and nuzzled her.
She couldn’t stop the moan, and she didn’t have to.
They were alone, and she’d never see him again.
What did it matter if she embarrassed herself?
She touched her breasts and arched her back, encouraging him to move his mouth to the lips of her sex.
Instead, he used his fingers to part her then drew out some of her own moisture and spread it over that small bud that seemed to be the most sensitive.
She took a shuddering breath as he slid his finger over it, making it swell as it became slick.
“I like how you touch me,” she said. “Don’t stop.”
“I like watching you touch yourself.”
She pinched one of her nipples, and he gave a low groan. Then he slid his finger down and teased at the opening of her sex. “You want me here?”
“Yes,” she said, feeling her muscles expand in anticipation. He slid his finger inside and she tightened around him. “More.”
He inserted another finger, and she rocked back and forth, taking him deeper.
“More,” she said as pleasure began to rise.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“More,” she demanded, and he inserted a third finger, making her cry with real pleasure. She rocked her hips as he curled his fingers, rubbing her in a spot that made her vision dim.
“When you climax,” he said, “I want to put my cock inside you. I won’t spill my seed inside you, but I want to be inside you. Will you allow me?”
“Yes,” she moaned. Yes, she wanted him inside her more than anything.
“Are you sure?”
She met his gaze. “Yes.” She trusted him. Couldn’t he see how much she trusted him?
He flexed his fingers. “More?” he asked.
She didn’t think she could take more, but she bit her lip and nodded.
Then to her surprise, he bent his head and licked her.
She shuddered and watched as he parted her, exposing that small nub she’d sought when she’d been alone.
It was pink and wet, and he placed the tip of his tongue on it, swirling around it with lazy strokes.
No man had ever touched her like this. She had never allowed herself to be so vulnerable.
But she had nothing to lose, and she could feel her climax coming.
She closed her eyes and imagined this moment would never end.
She imagined Garret would do this or variations of this—and she could think of many wicked variations—every night.
She remembered how his voice sounded when he said he loved her, and the groan he’d made when he’d come in her mouth, and the grunt of pleasure when she’d tightened on his fingers.
She could smell him on her, feel the stickiness of his pleasure on her fingers, taste him in her mouth.
And she felt his tongue moving against her with a rapid insistence she couldn’t withstand any longer.
Finally, she succumbed, crying out her pleasure as white light, brighter than the sun, pushed against her eyelids.
Even as the pleasure built, he withdrew his hand, and she felt his cock at her entrance.
She needed him in that moment, and when he pushed inside, thick and hard and wider than his fingers, her body immediately constricted around him.
If she hadn’t been so wet, the invasion might have stung, but as he’d prepared her well, she was already climaxing.
“Hard,” she said, biting his shoulder when he came down on top of her. “Hard.”
He thrust hard, removing his hand so his cock pressed against her nub.
“Oh!” The pleasure crested and soared, and she couldn’t seem to make any sound at all as he moved against her.
He wasn’t thrusting but gently rocking, keeping the pressure right where she needed.
Finally, she slumped, feeling spent and weak.
But he was still hard and full inside her.
She opened her eyes, enjoying the feel of him.
He was looking down at her, his velvet eyes so very large and liquid. “More?” he asked.
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He hadn’t expected her nod of assent. He’d almost forgotten he was inside her when he watched her climax. He wished she could see herself now. Her cheeks were rosy, her blue eyes bright, her lips swollen. Her dark hair was spread out in a tangle on his coat.
She moved her hips, and he remembered exactly where he was.
Buried deep inside her. She was small and tight, and he worried about hurting her.
She hadn’t been a virgin, not that he’d expected it, and he was thankful.
She knew how to move, how to take what she wanted, how to get him to do what she liked.
Even so, her climax had been so shattering, he didn’t think she could manage it again.
That didn’t mean she wouldn’t enjoy it if he enhanced those last spasms of lingering pleasure.
He slid out then back in again, very slowly, feeling every inch of her until he was sheathed completely.
She tightened around him and moaned, practically milking him.
He rocked right there, pressing his body against her clitoris then withdrawing, pressing and withdrawing even as his own cock practically begged him to go faster and harder.
“Yes,” she said, her voice low and dreamy. Her heavy legs settled around his hips, holding him in place. “You feel so good.”
“Did you ever imagine me doing this?” he asked. He still couldn’t believe they had met before, and that she’d been in love with him for all these years. He felt like an arse for not remembering her but also like there might be some element of fate working between them.
“You’re better than I imagined,” she said.