Reckless (The House of Rohan 2) - Page 37

He made it sound as if she was pleased with him, she thought crossly. "No. I hum when I'm enjoying particular physical sensations. I could hardly say I'm pleased with life right now. "

"You could say so," he said. "But you won't. You're not honest enough. "

"If you think being abducted and ruined is cause for celebration you greatly overestimate the effect of your charm," she said in a pinched voice.

"No one abducted you. You arrived here on your own, came with me without fighting, and you were just as involved in your ruination as I was. "

"Hardly. I didn't know what I was doing. "

“I’m aware of that. You don't even know how to kiss. "

She wasn't supposed to know how to kiss, she thought miserably. She was supposed to spend her entire life in virtuous ignorance. "I'm sorry I was such a disappointment," she said stiffly. "Next time perhaps you'll have enough sense to choose someone with a little experience. Someone who's actually enthusiastic about the whole undignified process. "

"Very undignified," he agreed, and she could hear the laugh in his voice. He was closer than she'd realized, which made her nervous, but she refused to turn around and look at him. Even without her spectacles she'd probably see him too clearly. "But I think you grew reasonably enthusiastic after a little persuasion. And there are times when lack of expertise can be particularly. . . endearing. "

She was getting more and more bothered. By his voice, by the warm, scented water, by the memories he was evoking. "When is your servant coming back?"

"Why do you ask?" He was directly behind her now, so close that she could feel him brush against her loose fall of hair.

"I need time to dress before I leave. "

"You aren't going anywhere. Not right now. "

"You promised. . . "

"I promised nothing. And you were wide awake when Dormin was here—I checked and you were only pretending to be asleep. If you truly wanted to leave all you had to do was ask

. "

“I want to leave”

"Ah. . . Too late," he said, moving around the side of the tub. And before she realized what was happening he'd climbed in with her, on top of her, naked, beautiful, erect.

She let out a shriek, dunking her head down under the water. A second later he'd hauled her up, into his arms, laughing at her. "You can lie to me, Charlotte, but don't lie to yourself. "

And he set his mouth on hers.

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She was delicious. In every sense of the word, Adrian thought, moving his knees between her legs with no difficulty as he kissed her lovely mouth. She moaned, a small, weak sound that was pleasure and dismay, and he drank it in, reveling in it. He braced his arms on the side of the tub, letting his hips dance against hers, letting his erection float against the sweet juncture of her thighs.

He heard his own moan, an unconscious mate to hers, as her tongue met his. They kissed, like lovers who knew each other well, and he lifted one hand and cradled her neck, loving the feel of her.

She still hadn't mastered breathing too well, and when he dragged his mouth away from hers, down the side of her neck, she drew in a deep, rasping breath, and he waited for another protest, which he would ignore.

Instead, she lifted her hands and stroked the sides of his face, pushing his damp hair back. He raised his head to look at her, his thumb and fingers slowly rubbing the back of her neck, soothing her.

Her eyes were wide, calm, accepting. But he wanted the words. "Yes?" he said.

She held her breath for a moment "Yes," she said in a soft whisper.

He smiled then, and he told himself this feeling was smug, masculine triumph. It wasn't. It was simple happiness.

He sat back on his knees. Her full, lovely breasts were just floating at the top of the water, the pink nipples soft and sweet. He leaned down and licked one, feeling it instantly bud against his tongue, and with sudden hunger he latched onto it like a hungry babe, sucking it into his mouth, clinging to it, hearing her quiet moan of pleasure. Her hands slid down to his shoulders, kneading, clinging, and her back arched with instinctive need. He covered her other breast with his fingers, leasing the nipple into matching hardness, as he sucked, sucked, and her hips lifted in the water, wanting him.

Author: Anne Stuart

He reached down, caught his erect penis in his hand and guided it to her, then thrust, a little too hard, a little too fast, but she took it with only a faint cry. She was wet and sleek and welcoming, and he moved his head, dropping it down on her shoulder as he tried to control his breathing, his Tierce need. He wanted to slam into her until he spewed, he was famished, greedy, ready to explode. He dropped his hands into the water and cupped her hips, pulling her up tighter against him, and the sound she made was one of unmistakable pleasure, arousing him further when he thought there was no place else to go. He began to move, slowly at first, letting her get used to his invasion. Dormin had used healing herbs in the rose-scented water, and she took him without protest, without restraint, catching the rhythm, moving with it, her eyes closed, her hips lifting to meet each plunging stroke, faster and faster, as the water splashed around them onto the floor, and he knew he was going to have to pull out, soon now, or he wouldn't be able to leave the tight grip of her body. But this time he wasn't going to come without her. He put his hands between them, slid his fingers into her soft, wet curls, just above where they were joined, and touched her.

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