Chapter Twelve #3
Over and over, he moved his mouth on hers as if he were waging a campaign of conquest. One of his hands went into her hair.
Pins and combs tumbled from the locks, and when a subtle prick of pain skittered along her scalp as he tugged her head backward, exposing her neck, it enhanced her desire for him, and she kissed him with matching enthusiasm.
The fingers of his left hand curled about the back of her neck, and he glided the pad of his thumb along the underside of her jaw.
The added stimulation put a hitch in her breathing.
Hannah wrenched away to suck in much-needed air. “You are quite potent this afternoon.” Never taking her gaze from his, she removed her gloves and then threw them over her shoulder.
“Can you blame me? You’re watching me with hunger in your eyes, so clearly we are feeling the same thing.”
“We have always been that with each other.” She leaned forward and he hissed, shifted no doubt to accommodate his growing shaft.
Oh yes, she wanted him. Into his ear, she whispered, “Yet you are the one who said this relationship had to be about more than just sex…” Daring much, she gave his ear lobe a quick nip.
“Shit!” Buckthorne tugged more firmly on her hair, licked the side of her neck before releasing her.
“I was wrong. There is no reason why that can’t come first. The rest will naturally follow.
” This time, the captain claimed her lips with more determination and aggression.
When she balanced on her knees, held his head between her hands to better concentrate on kissing him, he slipped his hands beneath her skirting.
As he trailed his palms over her skin, gooseflesh chased after his touch, and this was the pleasurable kind.
“I think you’re keeping something from me,” he murmured against her lips.
“Hush.” Tossing her head, her freed tresses brushed against her back.
“Don’t make me speak of sad things in this moment.
” She moved on from his mouth to lay a line of nibbles and licks beneath his jaw.
The difference in texture from his smooth skin to where the evening shadow lingered fired her need and sent heat into her blood.
When he groaned as she found a particularly sensitive point, she spent a few seconds at the spot, teasing it with her lips, teeth, and tongue.
Oh, why can I not forget this man and his hold on me?
“Ah, Anna.” Repeatedly, he kissed her as if he sought to learn every secret her mouth held.
While she floated on clouds of passion, he explored the column of her neck, glanced his lips along her décolletage, caressed her thighs until she stirred, restless, her eyes shuttered closed as anticipation coiled within her lower belly.
“Claim your title, Evan, and let yourself settle in London. You will make a splendid duke,” she said then cursed herself, for that would mark the end of their relationship.
“Managing baggage. I’ll do all of that in due time,” he whispered against the underside of her jaw. The captain didn’t waste time with further conversation. Instead, he worshipped her body, and she gave herself over to his mastery.
Whatever was between them, though she might still be enamored with him, perhaps she only wanted him for carnal pursuits. If a mistress was how she could be with him, she should be grateful for that, right?
I’ll enjoy him for as long as I have him.
Would their many couplings result in a child?
At her age? That was a dream at this point, but she didn’t dare hope.
When he tugged down the bodice of her pelisse and dress as well as the chemise beneath, her thoughts scattered.
She gave into a shiver as the chilly air in the carriage wafted over her just-bared skin and tightened her nipples.
“I shall never tire of seeing these beauties,” he whispered and took both her breasts in his hands, mashed them together, weighed them, kneaded them, glanced his palms lightly over her erect nipples.
“Dear God.” Hannah uttered a tiny whimper.
“So needy.” On the heels of a chuckle, he took one of those hardened buds into his mouth.
A shuddering sigh escaped her. Her mind separated from reality while he teased that tip with his lips and tongue.
Breathing shallowly, her head lolled to her shoulder.
She arched her back, which put both breasts directly into his care.
Like a man presented with his favorite foods at Christmas, he devoured her offering, stroked, squeezed, pleasured them until she squirmed upon his lap, a seething pool of hot need and blatant desire.
For long moments Evan tormented a pebbled nipple with his tongue and at the same time eased a hand between her thighs.
“Oh, yes.” When he found the swollen bud at her center, a squeal of delight left her throat. It was far too satisfying to feel his fingers working their way over her sensitive flesh, and she craved more of that intimate connection. “I need more from you.”
He groaned. “In this, you and I are of the same mind.” Again and again, he circled that button with a fingertip, and each time she feared she would break apart from the sensations that coiled tight within her belly.
“Don’t hold back,” she whispered as she stared into his eyes that were blue pools in the dim illumination. Only one window was covered with the black velvet curtains, so if anyone happened to look in…
“Have I ever where you are concerned?” He applied stronger friction to that pearl while his other hand drifted back to her breast, knocking the thoughts and worried from her head.
Soft sounds of enjoyment escaped her throat, and she couldn’t hold them back.
“Just there. More, and…!” A gasp was pulled from her.
She bucked against his hand. The fingers that rested on his shoulder clenched, digging into his shirt.
“Oh!” Acutely aware they were in a carriage, and the driver was sitting not a foot above them, Hannah swallowed the scream that climbed her throat, but she writhed on his lap as a wave of release crashed over her.
“I want to hear you as I send you over,” he whispered against the shell of her ear. “You’ve made me beyond hard; say my name the next time.”
“Cheeky.” Her chuckle was smoky with desire. Then she had nothing else to say, so she lowered herself back onto his lap and kissed him as if they had minutes to live. By the time she pulled away, they were both panting and breathless. “My turn,” she said in a barely there voice.
“What do you mean?” Truly, he sounded all too confused.
“I thought you were an expert at physical relations.” Hannah slipped backward, balancing once more on her knees then she delved a hand through her skirting, and when she reached his frontfalls, she quickly worked the buttons from their holes.
“I am, of course, which is why I asked you to be my mistress but—Eep!” His spine went ramrod straight when she freed his erect shaft from his breeches. “What the hell are you doing?” He pinched one of her nipples to apparently punctuate his question.
Pleasure streaked from her breast to between her thighs, where her core still throbbed with unfulfilled longing. “I’m tormenting you like you did me. Isn’t that why you chose me?” Then she carefully wrapped her fingers around his hot, thick length.
“Only one of the reasons.” As best he could, Evan widened his legs to give her better access, which prompted her legs to open as well. “I truly enjoy your company, in the event you’d wondered.”
“Oh…” Tucking that information away for later, she concentrated on him, pumping her hand along his shaft. The silk over steel feel of him heightened her awareness, and as she cupped his hair-covered stones, he sucked in a breath. “Perhaps I should explore this with my mouth.”
“Not yet.” A gasp sailed from his throat when she found a rhythm and began to tease.
“Fuck, Anna, you’re going to kill me.” One of his hands tightened on her outer thigh while he slipped the other once more between her legs.
He kissed, licked, and fondled every portion of her body he could separate from her clothing.
Not to be outdone, she did the same to him. Her free hand slid beneath his shirt to find a sprinkling of coarse hair decorating his chest. “I want to see you naked.”
“Not in this damned carriage,” he managed to gasp out, and reached around her to yank the window curtains closed. “Too much more and I’ll embarrass myself. Averly will kill me if his staff is tasked with cleaning cum off the upholstery.”