fingers within her. She had been so unbelievably tight there, so hot, and her orgasm had come quickly, with an intensity that left them both shaking.
She kissed his bare shoulder, then his collarbone. Already his cock strained against his pants. She must feel what she did to him. She had to. Sweat beaded his brow as her lips made a trail up his neck, along his jaw. Dear lord, she must stop now, or he would not be able to.
His heart thundered. He put her at arm’s length. That wasn’t his heart he heard—it was horse’s hooves, and they were headed this way.
“Someone is coming,” he said, grabbing her chemise and handing it to her. “Put your clothes on.”
With lightning speed, Salvatore slipped on his shirt, then helped Nicolette into her dress. He had just finished buttoning her gown when through the curtains he saw someone approach.
Darian.
Nicolette made herself busy by making tea, and Salvatore opened the door. “Darian, what a surprise.”
Darian stepped past Salvatore into the cabin. Seeing Nicolette, he smiled, clearly relieved. “So, you did find her. When you did not return right away, I became worried and thought I would search for her myself.”
Nicolette smiled softly at Darian. “I am flattered that you left your guests to search for me.”
“You are most important to me, Nicolette, I think you know that.”
Salvatore clenched his teeth and refrained from commenting. He looked at Nicolette. She watched Darian with a sweet, almost worshipping expression. If Salvatore didn’t know her so well, he’d assume by that look that she was interested in the earl.
Salvatore knew she sensed his gaze, but she did not glance at him.
Darian leaned into her and whispered something in her ear. Her brows lifted slightly and she grinned.
He should leave, allow the seduction to begin, especially now that Nicolette knew more than she had this morning in how to please a man.
“The rain is about to break,” Darian said, taking the cup of tea Nicolette offered. “We should be able to return to the manor before too long.”
Thank God for that. Salvatore felt an almost overwhelming desire to be as far away from the cabin and Darian Tremayne as he could get.
“You were remiss in leaving the manor, Nicolette. You should have told someone where you were going. You had everyone quite concerned, especially your partner here.” Darian glanced at Salvatore. “Isn’t that right?”
Salvatore nodded. “Indeed.”
“I knew he would be, but I could not prevent the storm that came,” Nicolette replied, before taking a sip of tea.
“Perhaps you should take the weather into consideration before you ride next time,” Darian said. “You took an unjustifiable risk.”
Nicolette turned back to Darian, her brows furrowed. “Is it so horrible to test oneself...to see where it will lead you? Honestly, what is so bad about taking a risk?”
Salvatore frowned. What was she talking about? Obviously something more than just taking a ride during a storm.
“Most risks are foolhardy, yet some are worth taking,” Darian replied, his voice lower, seductive.
Nicolette’s lips quirked. “What would you know of risks, aside from being caught in a married woman’s bed?”
Salvatore hid a smile at the slight. Darian looked at Nicolette, his expression indecipherable. “Touché,” he said, reaching out to take hold of Nicolette’s hand, bringing it to his lips. “Is that jealousy I hear in your voice?”
Oh for the love of God!
Nicolette smiled prettily. “Perhaps.”
“I’m flattered.”
Salvatore didn’t know whom he wished to strangle more at that moment.
“Now tell me, Nicolette, do you always take chances?” Darian all but purred.
“Always,” she replied without hesitation, and Salvatore had to refrain from cursing, especially when Darian’s thumb brushed back and forth over Nicolette’s hand.
Salvatore opened the door and the sun poured in. “Look, the storm has passed. We should be getting
She kissed his bare shoulder, then his collarbone. Already his cock strained against his pants. She must feel what she did to him. She had to. Sweat beaded his brow as her lips made a trail up his neck, along his jaw. Dear lord, she must stop now, or he would not be able to.
His heart thundered. He put her at arm’s length. That wasn’t his heart he heard—it was horse’s hooves, and they were headed this way.
“Someone is coming,” he said, grabbing her chemise and handing it to her. “Put your clothes on.”
With lightning speed, Salvatore slipped on his shirt, then helped Nicolette into her dress. He had just finished buttoning her gown when through the curtains he saw someone approach.
Darian.
Nicolette made herself busy by making tea, and Salvatore opened the door. “Darian, what a surprise.”
Darian stepped past Salvatore into the cabin. Seeing Nicolette, he smiled, clearly relieved. “So, you did find her. When you did not return right away, I became worried and thought I would search for her myself.”
Nicolette smiled softly at Darian. “I am flattered that you left your guests to search for me.”
“You are most important to me, Nicolette, I think you know that.”
Salvatore clenched his teeth and refrained from commenting. He looked at Nicolette. She watched Darian with a sweet, almost worshipping expression. If Salvatore didn’t know her so well, he’d assume by that look that she was interested in the earl.
Salvatore knew she sensed his gaze, but she did not glance at him.
Darian leaned into her and whispered something in her ear. Her brows lifted slightly and she grinned.
He should leave, allow the seduction to begin, especially now that Nicolette knew more than she had this morning in how to please a man.
“The rain is about to break,” Darian said, taking the cup of tea Nicolette offered. “We should be able to return to the manor before too long.”
Thank God for that. Salvatore felt an almost overwhelming desire to be as far away from the cabin and Darian Tremayne as he could get.
“You were remiss in leaving the manor, Nicolette. You should have told someone where you were going. You had everyone quite concerned, especially your partner here.” Darian glanced at Salvatore. “Isn’t that right?”
Salvatore nodded. “Indeed.”
“I knew he would be, but I could not prevent the storm that came,” Nicolette replied, before taking a sip of tea.
“Perhaps you should take the weather into consideration before you ride next time,” Darian said. “You took an unjustifiable risk.”
Nicolette turned back to Darian, her brows furrowed. “Is it so horrible to test oneself...to see where it will lead you? Honestly, what is so bad about taking a risk?”
Salvatore frowned. What was she talking about? Obviously something more than just taking a ride during a storm.
“Most risks are foolhardy, yet some are worth taking,” Darian replied, his voice lower, seductive.
Nicolette’s lips quirked. “What would you know of risks, aside from being caught in a married woman’s bed?”
Salvatore hid a smile at the slight. Darian looked at Nicolette, his expression indecipherable. “Touché,” he said, reaching out to take hold of Nicolette’s hand, bringing it to his lips. “Is that jealousy I hear in your voice?”
Oh for the love of God!
Nicolette smiled prettily. “Perhaps.”
“I’m flattered.”
Salvatore didn’t know whom he wished to strangle more at that moment.
“Now tell me, Nicolette, do you always take chances?” Darian all but purred.
“Always,” she replied without hesitation, and Salvatore had to refrain from cursing, especially when Darian’s thumb brushed back and forth over Nicolette’s hand.
Salvatore opened the door and the sun poured in. “Look, the storm has passed. We should be getting
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