her skin.
She arched and moaned.
Timothy exposed both breasts. He lifted and molded, pinching the nipples before he lowered his mouth to the breast previously ignored. Katrina grasped his head with both hands and arched. The ache between her thighs grew and she wanted him to touch her there. She didn’t know what kind of relief he could bring since they weren’t going to join, but anything had to be better than this.
She shifted and her buttocks pressed against the hardness in his pants. If what she read was true then he had his own aches that needed to be addressed as well and she would like nothing better than to pleasure him as he was her. Her hands left his hair and skimmed to the front of his chest. She pushed the jacket from his shoulders. Timothy paused only long enough to withdraw his arms from the sleeves before he tossed the jacket to the opposite side of the carriage. Katrina set to work untying his cravat, thankful it wasn’t some impossibly, intricately tied piece of art but something standard and easily loosened. It landed on top of his jacket and she began jerking his shirt from his pants until her fingers connected with the heat of his smooth skin.
Her hands skimmed under his shirt until her fingers splayed across his nipples. Experimenting, she gently pinched both, wondering if a man’s were as sensitive as a woman’s. He groaned and brought his mouth back to hers. Plundering and taking and she met him with equal enthusiasm. His hand moved from one breast to the other, never moving lower, much to her frustration.
The carriage came to a halt and Timothy lifted his head and looked outside. “We are here.”
“Already?” Katrina screeched.
She sat up and yanked her dress back into place. It would not do to have the coachman open the door and find them in this state. Timothy shoved his shirt back into his pants and grabbed his jacket. Katrina struggled to fasten her dress. It was so much easier when one was standing. Timothy turned her and finished fastening her dress just as the door opened.
“We made better time than I anticipated, Lord Timothy.”
“I see that.”
Katrina glanced at him. His hair was a mess, standing at odd angles from where her fingers had combed through it. The coachman arched a brow but said nothing. “I will wait for you out here.” He closed the door.
Katrina quickly set to smoothing down his hair and he fussed with hers, sticking pins in places she hadn’t even realized had come loose. Last, he hastily tied his cravat, looking much worse now, but smoothed it the best he could.
They glanced over each other’s appearance one last time. Their eyes met. A grin pulled at her lips. He smiled and winked at her. “We are not finished,” he promised. Katrina’s pulse increased in anticipation.
They were as put together as anyone could be after such an enunter in the back of the carriage. Timothy reached over, opened the door and exited. He helped her from the carriage and escorted her into the inn as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. They were half way through the yard and to the door and stopped.
“One moment.” He left her standing there and practically sprinted back toward the carriage. A moment later he emerged with the bag containing her books. Perhaps he did need further reference material. Not that she cared. She was more than happy with what she had experienced so far and knew more and better was yet to come.
* * *
Timothy wasn’t sure why he grabbed the bag of books. He certainly didn’t need any ideas, but he couldn’t just leave them there either. Katrina arched a brow at him and he only offered a tilted smile. Let her wonder what he was about. Soon, very soon, she would be discovering much more than what she experienced in the carriage, but he must do this right and not rush anything. They had very little time together and he wanted to draw out their pleasure for as long as
She arched and moaned.
Timothy exposed both breasts. He lifted and molded, pinching the nipples before he lowered his mouth to the breast previously ignored. Katrina grasped his head with both hands and arched. The ache between her thighs grew and she wanted him to touch her there. She didn’t know what kind of relief he could bring since they weren’t going to join, but anything had to be better than this.
She shifted and her buttocks pressed against the hardness in his pants. If what she read was true then he had his own aches that needed to be addressed as well and she would like nothing better than to pleasure him as he was her. Her hands left his hair and skimmed to the front of his chest. She pushed the jacket from his shoulders. Timothy paused only long enough to withdraw his arms from the sleeves before he tossed the jacket to the opposite side of the carriage. Katrina set to work untying his cravat, thankful it wasn’t some impossibly, intricately tied piece of art but something standard and easily loosened. It landed on top of his jacket and she began jerking his shirt from his pants until her fingers connected with the heat of his smooth skin.
Her hands skimmed under his shirt until her fingers splayed across his nipples. Experimenting, she gently pinched both, wondering if a man’s were as sensitive as a woman’s. He groaned and brought his mouth back to hers. Plundering and taking and she met him with equal enthusiasm. His hand moved from one breast to the other, never moving lower, much to her frustration.
The carriage came to a halt and Timothy lifted his head and looked outside. “We are here.”
“Already?” Katrina screeched.
She sat up and yanked her dress back into place. It would not do to have the coachman open the door and find them in this state. Timothy shoved his shirt back into his pants and grabbed his jacket. Katrina struggled to fasten her dress. It was so much easier when one was standing. Timothy turned her and finished fastening her dress just as the door opened.
“We made better time than I anticipated, Lord Timothy.”
“I see that.”
Katrina glanced at him. His hair was a mess, standing at odd angles from where her fingers had combed through it. The coachman arched a brow but said nothing. “I will wait for you out here.” He closed the door.
Katrina quickly set to smoothing down his hair and he fussed with hers, sticking pins in places she hadn’t even realized had come loose. Last, he hastily tied his cravat, looking much worse now, but smoothed it the best he could.
They glanced over each other’s appearance one last time. Their eyes met. A grin pulled at her lips. He smiled and winked at her. “We are not finished,” he promised. Katrina’s pulse increased in anticipation.
They were as put together as anyone could be after such an enunter in the back of the carriage. Timothy reached over, opened the door and exited. He helped her from the carriage and escorted her into the inn as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. They were half way through the yard and to the door and stopped.
“One moment.” He left her standing there and practically sprinted back toward the carriage. A moment later he emerged with the bag containing her books. Perhaps he did need further reference material. Not that she cared. She was more than happy with what she had experienced so far and knew more and better was yet to come.
* * *
Timothy wasn’t sure why he grabbed the bag of books. He certainly didn’t need any ideas, but he couldn’t just leave them there either. Katrina arched a brow at him and he only offered a tilted smile. Let her wonder what he was about. Soon, very soon, she would be discovering much more than what she experienced in the carriage, but he must do this right and not rush anything. They had very little time together and he wanted to draw out their pleasure for as long as
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