lowered his other hand down her leg toward the floor, grasping the fabric of her gown and bringing it up slowly, letting his fingers trail against her leg encased in soft silk stocking.
He went slowly, waiting for her to call a halt to this. But she didn’t; instead, she flattened her palm against his chest, sliding it down to his waist, then tentatively lower still.
And then her hand rested on top of his aching cock, separated only from her skin by his clothing. He wished they weren’t in a moving carriage, or he’d shuck everything and urge himself into her hand, teaching her how to stroke him.
She made a soft, muffled noise of pleasure in her throat, her mouth open wide to let his tongue in, her fingers sliding back and forth on top of his erection.
Her skirts rested just above her knees now, and he reached below them to find the soft skin above her stocking.
His fingers were on her thigh, caressing her as his other hand moved further up to clasp around her breast. Its fullness filled his hand.
He hadn’t seen her breast yet.
He wanted to suck and lick her nipple, make it stand proudly for his attention. He wanted to kiss his way from her neck down to her toes, lavishing attention on every single delectable part of her.
He wanted to thrust inside her soft wetness, hear her moans of pleasure as he took his time to discover what pleased her the most.
She broke their kiss, and he braced himself for the inevitable refusal. After all, he’d done the same to her.
“Touch me,” she said instead, wriggling the leg he was holding.
That was not what he’d expected.
“You want me to—?”
She nodded. Her face was flushed, her lips were already red and swollen. She looked so desirable he felt as though he might explode.
“Touch me there. I want to feel it.” She put more pressure on his cock. “Just as I want to feel you.”
He groaned at her touch. “You’ll have to stop that if you want me to pay attention to what I’m doing to you.”
“You’re not doing anything yet,” she teased. “Go ahead. I’m waiting. Do it.”
He grunted, sliding his fingers further up her thigh, finding the crease where her leg met her body. Moving to the right to the soft curls, entwining his fingers and petting her, preparing both of them for what was to come next.
Which was hopefully her.
He lowered his mouth to her ear, kissing the skin just below. “I’m going to put my fingers inside you, Ana Maria,” he said in a husky voice. She shivered. “I want to feel your climax. To feel your pleasure. If you want that, too.”
“Oh,” she said in a breathy tone. “Oh, Nash. Yes, please.”
He couldn’t resist her. He slid his fingers down, already feeling how wet she was. “Have you ever touched yourself?” he asked.
She nodded.
“I’d like to see that. But first, I need to touch you myself.” He rubbed her clitoris with his thumb as he slid his index finger inside her. She moaned, and he began a gentle rhythm, responding to how she moved and sighed, adjusting his movements with every little shift of her body.
His cock was throbbing inside his trousers, almost unbearably painful. In an agonizingly sensual way.
He didn’t have much experience with bringing ladies pleasure—he didn’t have much experience in general, if he were being honest with himself. He was better able to channel his urges through violence, although that idea paled now as he felt her riding his hand to her climax.
“Come for me, Ana Maria,” he said in a low, urgent tone.
She moaned, and then leaned forward to fasten her mouth on his neck, biting his skin as she began to come.
She tightened around his fingers, and he relished the involuntary shakes she was making, her entire body caught up in the pleasure of her orgasm.
“That’s it,” he crooned, and she sagged against him, panting. He stilled his fingers, then withdrew them gently, kissing her neck as he gave her breast one last delicious squeeze.
“Oh, Nash,” she murmured against him. “That was—that was wonderful.”
“You are wonderful,” he replied in an equally low voice.
This was the power he wanted. The power to bring her joy, the power to lure her into an intoxicating experience that would profoundly shake both of them.
Because he was shaken just as surely as she was.
He had never felt this intensely connected to anyone before. Not even when he was with his best friend, exchanging