The Problem with Seduction - By Emma Locke Page 0,83

her needy opening and slid fully inside her. “Ohhhh.” She squeezed against him, unendingly grateful for this small relief, and writhed her hips, searching for just the right position.

Yes, there… there…

He bent and licked her swollen flesh. Rough and slick at the same time, his tongue was her salvation. “Constantine!” She yanked bound wrists over her head. Her fingers gripped his hair and the cravat bit into her wrists as she came in a searing wave. “Oh, Constantine.”

It was almost a sob.

He shoved himself up from between her thighs, released his fall and withdrew his cock. “I can’t wait any longer, Elizabeth. I want you too badly to have any finesse.”

She parted her thighs wider and lifted her hips up. “Yes. Now.”

“Thank God.” He fit himself at her opening. She tried to push onto his thick member but he held himself back just enough to make that impossible. With his cock poised at her opening, he grabbed her wrists in one hand and pulled them over her head again. With her thus secured, he thrust into her tight opening. A bellow of relief rent from him at the same time she cried out.

His teeth gritted as he paused to let her adjust to him. Then he moaned again and began a slow rhythm, plunging deep into her then withdrawing almost completely before driving into her again.

His upper arms and shoulders sheltered her. His stubble brushed the side of her face like a scratchy kiss. She’d never noticed how much bigger he was than her. He could crush her, but he didn’t. He was slick and hard as he controlled his thrusts and kept his massive body stable above hers.

He smelled like warm musk and man, and the light scent of her sex. When he turned his head a fraction and kissed her cheek, then softly urged her lips open and explored her mouth with his tongue, all the while plunging deep inside her with his hard length, her whole body tightened and she came again.

“Oh, Con.” She contracted against him. He buried his face against her neck and her heart leapt. “Oh, Con.”

He didn’t answer. She’d swear he couldn’t. His hand clutched her wrists in a painful grip she welcomed. She loved that he’d lost himself. He’d pleasured her first, but now he held nothing back. Her entire body focused on withstanding the onslaught of his climax as he emptied himself deep inside her and groaned with the intense pleasure of spilling his seed.

Slowly, dreamily, she became aware of her surroundings. The shadowy room, for the sun was almost set and they’d not stopped to light a candle. The damp tendrils of her hair clinging to her neck. The weight of his impossibly large body sinking against her. Stickiness between her thighs and the coarse rub of the inn’s cheap coverlet. Their clothing, for she remained tangled in her skirts and he’d done naught by shove his breeches down.

She kicked her feet a bit and confirmed it: he was still wearing his boots.

She couldn’t quite believe it. They’d mated like animals. After all of his pretending there was no attraction, that theirs was in fact the business arrangement they’d set it up to be, he’d taken her like a dockside whore against the wall of an alley.

She smiled. The inn certainly wasn’t an alley, and she couldn’t fault his eagerness. She’d been just as much a part of the urgency. It wasn’t fair, then, to try to reduce their coupling to a distasteful tup. He’d been clear that she was different to him than just a toss between the sheets…or atop them, as it happened. They’d come together because they’d needed to.

Because she’d wanted to.

That terrified her. She’d meant to seduce him. She hadn’t foreseen this. She worked her bound arms down and around his neck and snuggled her face against his hair. He breathed deeply, undoubtedly asleep, and she used the opportunity to explore his muscled shoulders and back.

With a longing sigh, she reminded herself that he wasn’t truly hers. Not permanently. He’d made love to her because he was the kind of man who leapt heart-first into life. A man like that wouldn’t stay with a tainted woman like her forever. She was novel to him now. He seemed to get on with the idea of being a family man—a fact that made her heart ache all the more for him. But what would happen to them when he realized how much of himself he had left to