Chapter Twelve #4
She gave him an open-mouthed kiss. “Ha. That is his problem, not mine.” Certainly, she felt the wanton with her gown sagging down her shoulders, her breasts bare, and her hair tumbling down her back.
“I want you balancing on that razor’s edge.
” Then a half-stifled squeal wrenched from her throat when he’d rubbed her sensitive button in just the right way that she rode a subtle wave of release.
“My, my, Captain, you are quite naughty.”
“I don’t plan to change.” His hand returned to her hair, and he claimed her lips again in a kiss that seared his taste, his scent, his touch into her brain.
With a grin that felt all too wicked, Hannah maneuvered herself into position on his lap. “Shall we get on with it, then?”
“God, yes.” Gripping her hips, he peered into her eyes. “I can’t have enough of you.” He kissed and licked the side of her neck.
“I don’t believe I’ve bid you nay.” Hannah ground her hips into him, jostling his member, which provoked a moan from him. “Unless you don’t want me in this way?”
“Bite your tongue, madam.” Though he groaned, he once more took a nipple into the warm cavern of his mouth and spent the next few moments torturing her in the sweetest of ways until she thought might go mad.
She licked his bottom lip, but then the needs of her body became urgent. “Claim me, Buckthorne. I can’t scream until you start.”
“So demanding,” he whispered, and the warmth of his breath skated along her cheek.
“Only with you.” Did that reveal too much?
Before he could respond, she slowly and oh so decadently positioned the head of his shaft at her opening.
Chills of anticipation raced over her skin, but she maintained eye contact with him.
Then she moved, slid down his long, hard, thick length, but then paused, merely to savor him.
“Regrets?” With a nip to her chin, he slid his hands around to cup her arse, spreading the cheeks, digging his fingers into her flesh.
“Not right now.”
“Good.” When she nodded and held onto his strong shoulders, he tightened his grip, then his muscles bunched and went taut. Seconds later, the captain thrust upward with enough force to pull a surprised gasp from her.
Heat went through her cheeks and chest. “God, I can never have enough of you.” With a laugh, she gyrated her hips to seat him better inside her body, and when he groaned, she giggled. “Uncomfortable, Captain?”
“Hardly.”
With relish, Hannah moved up and down his straining, impossibly hardened shaft.
Perhaps she would tease him into insanity.
It took a few moments before she found a rhythm she enjoyed.
Each time she shifted downward, he stroked up.
Soon she was slamming herself home with enough gusto to rock the carriage, but with rattling and shaking of the vehicle as it went over cobblestones, it was doubtful the driver would notice.
“Evan…”
“It’s like riding the waves on the sea.” His hands were seemingly everywhere on her person—fondling, teasing, rubbing. Every touch heightened their joining.
Frantic, determined, and deep he went with each thrust. The sounds of her pleasure blended with his grunts and groans.
Tingling raced down her back to bury deep in her core where he pumped in and out.
As she bounced on his lap, Buckthorne’s thrusting quickened and intensified.
One of his hands played at her breast, pinching the nipple and releasing it, which only enhanced everything else he did to her.
And she was far too primed to last. “I can’t hold on.”
“So it is each time we are together.” He thrust once more while she slammed down onto him. “Anna!”
A powerful wave of blissful release engulfed her.
Hannah stiffened and as her body was racked with strong contractions that sent her flying into the heavens, she uttered a low-pitched scream.
“Evan!” Vaguely she was aware of him stroking one last time.
Lovely warmth followed, and still she was lost. She ground herself against him to prolong the blissful tremors, but eventually her strength gave out.
With a moan mixed with a sigh, she fell onto his chest, her arms looped around his shoulders, her breathing ragged and labored.
“How the hell can you manage to pull such intense releases from me?” The wonder in his voice made her smile, but when he wrapped her into his arms and simply held her in a loose embrace, she unexpectedly lost a piece of her heart.
“Fate remembers as much as the body does, I’ll wager.” Then memories poured into her mind, and she was nearly lost on a sea of emotions. While she buried her head in the crook of his shoulder, she grinned. “Thank you. I needed that.”
“As did I, and I will never stop needing you.” His arms went tighter around her, and he pressed his lips into her hair.
Did he mean that in a physical sense or in other ways throughout his life? He didn’t expand on the statement, yet something shifted in their relationship during those heated moments, at least for her. She suspected she might be falling for him again, and that would be a disaster.
What am I going to do?