Master of Her Virtue - By Miranda Lee Page 0,53

and let him ease the jacket off her shoulders. He tossed it across to the seat opposite before turning her back round to face him, noting that a pinkness had crept into her cheeks. Maybe she did know what he had in mind after all. If she did, she made no protest.

To undress her totally seemed beyond the pale, but he wanted that blouse off. And her bra. All her underwear, actually. His heartbeat slammed into overdrive at the thought of her sitting there with him, naked to her waist and underneath her skirt. No, not sitting with him, sitting astride him, with him inside her, one of her breasts in his mouth. She liked having her nipples sucked, he recalled.

One glance at her chest confirmed that her nipples were already erect, their outlines visible against the silky material of her blouse. Seeing the evidence of her arousal soothed what was left of his conscience. Wanting no further delay, he reached out to cradle her flushed cheeks with his hands and bent his mouth to hers.

He tried to take his time. Tried to be gentle at first. But her moans derailed him and soon he was kissing her and stripping off her clothes at the same time. First the blouse and then the bra.

By then kissing her wasn’t nearly enough. He wrenched his mouth away and ordered her to lie back on the seat. She obeyed without question, lying there panting whilst he stripped her entirely. Every single stitch: shoes. Skirt. Stockings. Panties. His loins throbbed as he touched her naked body all over: breasts. Stomach. Legs. Between her legs.

A tortured groan punched from his throat. She was so wet down there, wet and wanting him.

She didn’t groan. She gasped and pleaded with him, telling him of her own desperate desire.

At last, when he could not stand it any longer, he yanked down the zip on his trousers and freed his by-then bursting erection. She sat up straight away and moved to straddle him, grabbing onto his shoulders with bruising fingertips whilst he angled his aching flesh up into hers.

He’d shown her how to ride him that night in Sydney, but back then he’d told her to take things slowly and carefully for fear of hurting her. No such worry now. He urged her on to a more powerful rhythm. Not that she needed urging. She was with him all the way, riding him with a thrilling passion which sent him hurtling over the edge in no time flat.

Leo might have been mortified if she hadn’t come at the same time, the force of her climactic contractions punching raw cries from his lungs. She cried out as well, then collapsed against him, her face burying into his neck. He thought he heard her say something. His name, perhaps. He couldn’t be sure. He himself was beyond speaking.

They stayed that way for some time, Leo’s arms locked around her back, her hands squashed between their chests, her soft mouth pressed against his throat. He would have stayed that way for longer, if time hadn’t forced him to make a move.

‘You should get dressed, Violet,’ he said quietly. ‘We’ll be at the hotel soon.’

Her head lifted, her eyes both glazed and dazed. She blinked a couple of times then glanced around her like a person who’d totally forgotten where they were.

‘Oh!’ she half-sobbed, her expression pained as her face went bright red.

Her obvious embarrassment cut him to the quick. For the guilt was his, not hers. He’d been the one leading the action. He’d been the one who’d done the seducing and the stripping.

Not that he felt all that guilty. What they’d just shared had been incredibly exciting and satisfying. He could not bring himself to truly regret any of it. He didn’t want her to regret it either.

‘No, no,’ he said, cupping her burning cheeks within the palms of his hands, holding her face, and her eyes, captive. ‘Don’t you dare feel ashamed of what you just did. There’s nothing wrong with two adults having sex, Violet. You’re a sexy girl. A very sexy girl. It’s one of the things I love about you. You’re just making up for lost time, sweetheart. Look, if you’re worried about anyone outside having seen us, then don’t, because they can’t. We can see out but no one can see in.’

She just kept on staring at him with still unhappy eyes. Damn, he didn’t want her to be unhappy. All he’d wanted to do during