her down onto him, he began to kiss her with languid pleasure, as if time had no meaning.
Selina let him draw her into a game of lips and tongues and teeth. While she treated this affair as deadly serious, she found herself ready to tease, too. Nipping at his lips. Dipping her tongue into his mouth. Advancing and pulling back in a flirtatious dance.
His hands roamed up and down her back, tracing her spine, shaping her hips and descending to cup her buttocks and crush her into his hardness. She gasped as she felt the pressure of his erection. He hadn’t yet caressed her breasts, already heavy and aching for his touch.
She started her own exploration of his body and cursed the barriers of clothing, although she kept enough grip on reality to know that they couldn’t go naked in a coach on the King’s highway. But through the black superfine of his coat, she felt the sinewy muscles of his shoulders and arms and the hard expanse of his chest and back.
Brock kissed her as if he couldn’t get enough of the taste of her mouth. She’d never kissed anyone like this in her life. Roderick hadn’t seen the point in kissing. This revelation of the pleasure lips could conjure charmed and beguiled her. And compelled her to the edge of desire.
Selina was the one who lost patience with this seductive game. She crammed closer and tried to extend each kiss beyond playful enjoyment to passion. When he kept up the teasing, she growled in frustration. She’d been tunneling her hand through his hair. Now she tugged hard and held his head as she stared into his glittering eyes.
"You’re driving me mad, plague take you."
He was panting, and a flush marked his slanted cheekbones. His lips might tease, but his heavy gaze told her that he rapidly moved past kisses, too.
"So what are you going to do about it?"
She realized then that while he might make allowances for her inexperience, he expected her to play the full partner in this seduction. "You want me to take the lead?" she asked, her voice shaky with a resurgence of nerves.
"If that appeals to you."
For a bleak moment, Roderick’s scathing response to her attempts to please him echoed in her ears. Then she dismissed the memory. Brock wasn’t Roderick. Brock had given her more delight in the last two hours than Roderick had given her in nine years together.
"Tell me if I do anything wrong."
"Do what you like, and you won’t go wrong."
"I don’t know what I like." She paused, cheeks heating. "Well, I like it when you’re inside me. And I like it when you touch me…down there."
His smile conveyed the tenderness that cut straight through to her heart like a knife through butter. "That’s a start."
She paused. "And I like kissing you."
Selina suited her actions to her words and dragged his head forward until their lips met once more. This time there was no teasing. Naked passion flared, and the desire coiling in her stomach expanded into a sharp ache.
When she shifted on his knees in an instinctive attempt to find some surcease from that throbbing, needy emptiness, he groaned against her lips. The hands holding her hips tightened to the edge of bruising. She waited in an agony of suspense for him to take it further, until she recalled that what happened next was up to her.
Selina retreated far enough away to suck in a breath tinged with the musky scent of arousal. Hers as well as his. The smell of his skin had taunted her since last night, when he’d made his wicked proposition. Now that heated male essence set her senses on fire.
She wanted Brock to plunge into her. She wanted him to fill her, until every barrier between them dissolved. She wanted to reach a climax while a man she desired was inside her.
Her vision was blurry with need when she released the shoulder she clutched so frantically. "Hold onto me."
"Always."
Even in her urgency, she knew that was just lovers’ talk, not to be trusted. But she trusted the firmness of his grip enough to reach down with both hands and fumble with the buttons of his breeches.
"You’re killing me," he ground out, bucking his hips up.
She had the giddy feeling that she might tumble to the floor. Biting her lip, she struggled to concentrate through the blood pounding in her ears. "I’ve never undressed a man before. Be patient."
At last, she found the trick of