Page 28 of Wicked with Him

Amity groaned, and he pulled her head down and stole a proper kiss from her lips, all the while watching her expression as he teased his tongue into her mouth.

She wriggled closer and looped her arms about his neck, clinging to him the way she had in the dark closet under the stairs. But the closer they got, the sooner this tryst might be over.

He leaned back and strummed his thumb across her nipples lightly. Watching them harden beneath her gown made him harder, too. He wanted to see her body. Since the lacings of her gown were at the back, he settled for tugging her gown off one shoulder to reveal one perfectly shaped breast. Her nipples were a soft brown, pebbling further in the cooler air of the room.

He blew softly across the peak, making her gasp.

“Crawford!”

“Husband,” he corrected.

“Husband,” she said, sighing with what distinctly sounded like pleasure. “Must you always shock me?”

He slipped a hand under her dress and cupped her sex, making her gasp even louder than she had the first time. He chuckled softly at her reaction. “It seems your lot in life to have a rake for a husband.”

She wriggled again on his lap, and suddenly he was the one gasping out loud. Amity had slipped her soft hand between them, into his open breaches, to pull out his cock.

Roman groaned as she started to stroke him with just enough pressure to curl his toes in his boots. “You seem more educated than last we met,” he managed to gasp out.

“Wives discuss their sexual conquests,” she whispered in his ear, causing a shiver to race through him, especially when she nipped his ear with her teeth. “I’m keen to put what I’ve heard into practice with you.”

She’d learned very well indeed. “I’m more than happy to be fodder for your continued stories if this is how you practice the carnal arts.”

Not wishing to be the only one on the brink of an orgasm, he carefully slid a pair of fingers inside her, making her rise off his lap briefly. When she sank back down, it was with a rather desperate gasp of pleasure and the loss of her hands on his cock.

She’d forgotten him, and he didn’t mind. Her touch had been alarmingly arousing as she’d stroked him. He kissed her throat, determined to focus on her pleasure first. “Have you been dreaming about me being inside you, sweetheart?”

“Every night since,” she vowed, rising, only to sink down on his fingers again. He encouraged her to continue. “So much better.” Her movement sped up as she impaled herself, gasping a little louder each time.

“Better than what?”

“My memory and attempts.”

The image of Amity, legs spread in her lonely bed, fingers dipping between her lower lips while she thought of him, was too much. He removed his fingers and fitted her to the head of his cock immediately.

They both groaned, and as she sank down, he met her gaze. A blush colored her cheeks and her eyes were wide as they started to fuck each other. Though the chair creaked beneath them, Roman was confident it would hold in the face of such blinding lust.

Amity came first, and quickly, crying out as she shuddered and clawed at his head, pulling him to her bosom.

Roman tongued her nipple but roared out his release a moment later, unable to stop himself climaxing inside her body. “Amity! Am—”

When it was over he kissed her fiercely, knowing their first time together hadn’t prepared him at all for the passion to be found in her arms again. He’d never felt like this about anyone ever before. Not even with Melody, and he’d thought theirs was true love.

He could not walk away from this woman. Not until he had purged her from his soul or claimed her heart entirely.

Since Amity lay huddled against him on the chair, he pulled her to him properly and rose. Holding her with one arm, and the other hand holding up his breeches, he carried her off to her bedchamber to make love to her until dawn.

Chapter 10

Amity was so confused by Crawford. He said he was only pretending to be her husband, but when she lay in his arms, it felt so perfectly natural between them. Is this what a casual fling was supposed to turn into? The talking and tenderness and the wanting that never seemed to end.

She hadn’t ever imagined it could be like this with any man. Certainly, none her brother had introduced her to in London.

Crawford, Roman, had made love to her last night and each time she thought it was over she craved to have him again. The first time on a chair, which she now blushed to recall, had been the right beginning. She might never sit in that room again without thinking of it or him. The second time they’d made love had been in her own bed, and Roman had left her weak and trembling and she’d fallen asleep without knowing it.

She’d expected him to be gone before dawn, but he still slept at her side even now. She glanced over her shoulder at him. Quiet, handsome, everything she craved still.

Roman slept face down, completely naked under the bedsheet. She remembered making a detailed inspection of his entire physique when they’d first come to her bed. Roman had laughed but indulged her curiosity. He’d lain back, one hand pillowing his head, and let her have her way inspecting his front side. His amber eyes had danced with amusement in the candlelight until the moment she’d asked him to turn over. But he had turned over, his muscles flexing with the effort.