did.” Her fingers tightened on his.
What Edward did?
He floundered for words, to explain that he knew, whatever had happened, it hadn’t been her fault. That he’d never blame—
Her mouth brushed against his, the merest promise of a kiss, a feather of a kiss. “Thank you.” The soft words breathed against his lips and he was lost. When she pulled back his arms closed about her gently, and he was on the wrong side of the carriage, on the seat beside her, sanity incinerated as desire ignited. There were reasons he shouldn’t be doing this. In some distant corner of his brain, he knew that. He was supposed to be talking to her. Reassuring her. But he no longer cared. With a groan Ash released the death grip he’d imposed on his self-control and kissed her instead.
Her mouth was a miracle of sweetness, soft and yielding under the demands of his, kissing him back. He wanted that. He wanted everything. Everything and more. Wanted the shy touch of her tongue, stroking against his, the spicy-Maddy taste of her, the silk of her hair as he disposed of her bonnet and slid his fingers into the fragrant curls. Hairpins pattered on the leather squabs, to the floor as her hair tumbled free around her shoulders, coiling, twining around his fingers like living silk.
Nothing else mattered. Just Maddy. In his arms, giving herself freely until he could scarcely breathe for wanting her. Under the heavy pelisse he found the slender, supple curve of her waist, encased in velvet, the gentle swell of her breast above. She stilled, and he deepened the kiss, cupping her breast through velvet and her stays. Heat hammered in his veins as he traced the tender curve of her breast beneath the confining material.
His mouth consumed a soft gasp and he was lost in the kiss, in her. Swiftly he unbuttoned the pelisse, slipped it from her shoulders, and sank back into the enchantment.
Too many clothes and he needed to touch her , touch Maddy. His body on fire, he stroked down one leg, over the richness of velvet – and slid beneath, her skirts rucked over his arm. She gasped as he caressed her knee, as his fingers slid higher and found warm, bare skin that shamed silk and velvet.
Struggling for breath, Maddy pulled back from the kiss. “ Ash! ” Somehow she found the breath for his name, stunned at the intimacy of his touch there on her thigh. Stroking, maddening, on her inner thigh. Higher he slid, and higher, until she wanted to scream with need.
There! Higher. ... Please!
Somewhere, someone made a frantic little noise, and his hand withdrew. She realized that she had cried out, and nearly wept in frustration.
“Do you want me to stop?” His voice, tight and strained, sounded exactly as she felt.
“No. Please. No.” The words were barely out before his mouth took hers again, complete and deep.
Madness took Ash. Never breaking the kiss, he lifted her over him so that she straddled his thighs, petticoats and skirts spilling over him in a froth of velvet and muslin.
Slipping his hand back under her skirts, he found her, hot and damp, and consumed the frantic little cry of shock as he explored the melting folds. For an instant she was utterly still in his arms and then on a moan she pushed against him, her body pleading, begging for more, her mouth frantic on his as he stroked.
Her body was no longer hers, but his to command. Thought was long gone. There was only the ache in her breasts and the deepening ache in her belly and lower where he touched her with such shattering intimacy, there where she was open to him. And his kiss, all dark heat—the surge of his tongue, taking her mouth in the same possessive rhythm as his wicked fingers between her thighs.
He should stop. He knew that. But instead, he was unbuttoning the fall of his pantaloons, freeing himself. His mouth devouring hers, he guided himself to her entrance, gripping her hip with his free hand as he eased her down to meet the savage ache of his erection. Liquid silk
What Edward did?
He floundered for words, to explain that he knew, whatever had happened, it hadn’t been her fault. That he’d never blame—
Her mouth brushed against his, the merest promise of a kiss, a feather of a kiss. “Thank you.” The soft words breathed against his lips and he was lost. When she pulled back his arms closed about her gently, and he was on the wrong side of the carriage, on the seat beside her, sanity incinerated as desire ignited. There were reasons he shouldn’t be doing this. In some distant corner of his brain, he knew that. He was supposed to be talking to her. Reassuring her. But he no longer cared. With a groan Ash released the death grip he’d imposed on his self-control and kissed her instead.
Her mouth was a miracle of sweetness, soft and yielding under the demands of his, kissing him back. He wanted that. He wanted everything. Everything and more. Wanted the shy touch of her tongue, stroking against his, the spicy-Maddy taste of her, the silk of her hair as he disposed of her bonnet and slid his fingers into the fragrant curls. Hairpins pattered on the leather squabs, to the floor as her hair tumbled free around her shoulders, coiling, twining around his fingers like living silk.
Nothing else mattered. Just Maddy. In his arms, giving herself freely until he could scarcely breathe for wanting her. Under the heavy pelisse he found the slender, supple curve of her waist, encased in velvet, the gentle swell of her breast above. She stilled, and he deepened the kiss, cupping her breast through velvet and her stays. Heat hammered in his veins as he traced the tender curve of her breast beneath the confining material.
His mouth consumed a soft gasp and he was lost in the kiss, in her. Swiftly he unbuttoned the pelisse, slipped it from her shoulders, and sank back into the enchantment.
Too many clothes and he needed to touch her , touch Maddy. His body on fire, he stroked down one leg, over the richness of velvet – and slid beneath, her skirts rucked over his arm. She gasped as he caressed her knee, as his fingers slid higher and found warm, bare skin that shamed silk and velvet.
Struggling for breath, Maddy pulled back from the kiss. “ Ash! ” Somehow she found the breath for his name, stunned at the intimacy of his touch there on her thigh. Stroking, maddening, on her inner thigh. Higher he slid, and higher, until she wanted to scream with need.
There! Higher. ... Please!
Somewhere, someone made a frantic little noise, and his hand withdrew. She realized that she had cried out, and nearly wept in frustration.
“Do you want me to stop?” His voice, tight and strained, sounded exactly as she felt.
“No. Please. No.” The words were barely out before his mouth took hers again, complete and deep.
Madness took Ash. Never breaking the kiss, he lifted her over him so that she straddled his thighs, petticoats and skirts spilling over him in a froth of velvet and muslin.
Slipping his hand back under her skirts, he found her, hot and damp, and consumed the frantic little cry of shock as he explored the melting folds. For an instant she was utterly still in his arms and then on a moan she pushed against him, her body pleading, begging for more, her mouth frantic on his as he stroked.
Her body was no longer hers, but his to command. Thought was long gone. There was only the ache in her breasts and the deepening ache in her belly and lower where he touched her with such shattering intimacy, there where she was open to him. And his kiss, all dark heat—the surge of his tongue, taking her mouth in the same possessive rhythm as his wicked fingers between her thighs.
He should stop. He knew that. But instead, he was unbuttoning the fall of his pantaloons, freeing himself. His mouth devouring hers, he guided himself to her entrance, gripping her hip with his free hand as he eased her down to meet the savage ache of his erection. Liquid silk
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