Part 18 (2/2)

He bent his head and whispered against her ear, ”We could leave your brothers cooling their heels for a few minutes, couldn't we? Just long enough to...”

Fiona closed her eyes, her knees weakening, and leaned against him for support.

He removed the basket from her grasp and placed it on the table beside them, then pulled her toward him, sinking into a large chair with her on his lap.

Fiona slipped an arm around his neck and pressed a pa.s.sionate kiss to his lips as he loosened his breeches. With a quick tug, his manhood was revealed, and Fiona's breath caught in her throat. When she curled her fingers over the thick shaft and squeezed gently, his head fell against the back of the chair as he moaned.

Encouraged, she ran her hand up. With the end of her thumb, she circled the engorged head. A bead of wetness clung to the tip.

”Fiona.” Jack gasped, his hands tightening around her.”Please.”

Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath was short, and her whole body quivered. As desperate as he sounded, she was more so. Every sinew yearned for him.

Jack slipped a hand behind her head and pulled her mouth to his for a consuming kiss that burned through her.

G.o.d, how she wanted him.Now. She s.h.i.+fted, turning toward him, the chair creaking with their combined weight. His hands urged her on, and soon she was facing him, her skirts ruched up, with her stockinged legs straddling his powerful thighs.

There was something wanton about being on top, something powerful.

Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s tightened, and her body tingled in antic.i.p.ation as his erection pressed against her intimately, her chemise all that separated them from each other. She pressed down and rubbed against him, sliding back and forth.

Jack's breathing grew more ragged, his gaze locked on her as if she were the only woman in existence.

Still moving against him, Fiona unpinned her hair, the thick tresses falling down about her.

Jack's hands tightened on her hips, and suddenly, she wanted more. She needed his lips and hands on her bare skin.

She untied her gown and pushed it down to her waist. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, covered only by the thin chemise, were level with Jack's mouth. He immediately pulled her forward, his mouth hot upon them, his tongue laving her nipples to hardness, leaving the material wet and clinging. Fiona gasped, her head tossing back as he made her writhe with delight and need.

His hips moved restlessly against her, straining upward, then his hands reached under her skirt. He pushed aside her chemise, his fingers sliding across her wetness, tantalizing and teasing. Fiona clutched his s.h.i.+rt with both hands and gasped. His fingers slid over her harder, then into her.

Each stroke lifted her higher, closer to delicious madness. She rocked her hips against his fingers, until sudden waves of pure pleasure flooded through her, leaving her weak and leaning against his neck, gasping his name.

She felt the insistent press of his turgid manhood, and though still throbbing from her release, she yearned to feel him inside. She rocked back, placed her hands on his shoulders, and pressed down. Jack gasped as she slid over him, engulfing him in a tight wetness that sent his pulse reeling. He'd never seen a more beautiful sight than the intense pleasure on her face, and he fought for control.

She was so tight, so hot, sohis . He pressed his mouth to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, his breathing ragged and loud. Slowly, Fiona s.h.i.+fted forward, then back, rocking against him. Jack was held in place by the exquisite torture. His entire body was focused on that one point where they were joined, on the feel of her tightening over him, of the sensual abrasion of her booted feet along his thigh.

G.o.d, he loved her half boots-though not as much as he loved the feel of her, wet and writhing over him. Jack moaned as he watched her ride him, unable to catch his breath. Never had he seen a more arousing sight than when she threw back her head and called out his name, her body quivering as she came.

Her pleasure ignited his own. He exploded into her, his gasps matching hers as wave after wave of pleasure flooded them both. With a final shudder, she collapsed against him. His heart pounded in his ears as he held her close. Never had he been with a more erotic, more sensual woman.

Fiona buried her face in Jack's neck. What mind-blinding, knee-shaking, thigh-quivering lovemaking! Her body still shook with the aftershocks of desire. She drew in a shuddering breath and pushed herself upright. He leaned back against the chair, a deeply satisfied smile on his face. ”I am spent.”

”So am I.”

She suddenly realized that the episode with Lucinda had proven one thing: if she didn't take care, her emotions could grow until they were as out of control as the storms that attended her. With this man, there was no calling back the thunder. It rolled over her every time he so much as looked at her.

And once she had a child, Jack would be gone.

She pushed herself from his lap.

He tried to hold her in place. ”Not yet.”

”I would stay if I could, but I must wash and change into my riding habit. And you know my brothers will not wait patiently. If I do not meet them soon, they will come for me. I didn't think you'd want them here.”

”No, Hamish is enough angry Scotsman for me.”

Fiona smiled. ”After I ride with my brothers, I thought I'd visit Bond Street and look for some ribbon for

the bonnet I'm making.”

He spread his arms wide. ”You are as free as a bird, love.”

She was. Nothing bound them together. Some devil made her say breezily, ”Free indeed. I've not even

decided which amus.e.m.e.nt I shall attend tonight-perhaps a gaming h.e.l.l. So don't wait up for me.”

Jack shot to his feet.

”You willnot go to a gaming h.e.l.l.”

She merely raised her brows.

”You don't understand how dangerous they can be. They are filled with scoundrels and thieves and-”

”Men like you. If it's good enough for you, then it will be good enough for me. Jack, I know you value

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