Page 40 of A Lady Most Hexing
And the liquid spooling of heat in her abdomen, because this wasn’t just a kiss.
It was a promise.
Sterling’s hand brushed against her cheek as he set both knees on the bed. And then he was pushing her down, following her onto the mattress.
It was as if the second her spine melded into the soft cloud of feathers that Sterling’s restraint finally died.
“Damn it, Edie.” Another bitten off moan echoed in his throat.
His mouth turned urgent, his tongue stroking against her own as he hauled her against him. The shock of his body made her gasp. He was ridiculously hard as compared to her soft curves, and there was…. She could feel….
He was incredibly aroused.
Edwina broke the kiss, looking down in surprise as he reared up onto his knees.
He always wore tight buckskin breeches and the tented jut of his erection beckoned. Monstrously engorged. A shiver ran down her spine. How on earth was she to manage such a thing?
“Edwina, if you keep looking at my cock like that,” he growled, “then I’m going to pin you to this bed and make love to you until you’re gasping my name.”
A shiver of nerves and excitement lit through her veins. She brushed her knuckles against his abdomen, stroking lower in curiosity. It had to fit. Women had been doing this since the dawn of man. Surely there was some trick to it.
Sterling sucked in a gasp as Edwina’s fingertips skated over the throbbing head of him. She glanced up from beneath her lashes, encouraged to explore further by the look of raw desire on his face.
“Close your fist around it,” he whispered.
She was rewarded by the faint flex of his shaft in her hand. A gasp escaped her. Not so much a brutish weapon, after all, but malleable in some ways.
“Is that a yes?” he demanded.
She ran her thumb down the ridge of his erection. “Yes.”
Another shudder went through him. It was as though he held onto the reins of restraint by the barest minimum. “Good,” he growled. “Because I’d have to go sit in the horse trough outside for an hour or two if you said no.”
Edwina giggled, and then he was tossing her back on the bed and hovering over her, holding his weight off her with his knuckles.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, sliding her hands up his shirt collar. “Kiss me as if you’re never going to let me go.” A wicked thought occurred. “Show me what you meant when you said you wanted to trace my name on my skin with your tongue.”
“Miss Sheffield,” he whispered, nipping at her throat. “How wicked you’ve become.”
“I had an excellent master.”
“Did you?” His voice roughened. “Your employer, was he?”
A shiver ran through her. Every inch of her ached, from the slick wetness between her thighs to the swollen thrust of her breasts. “My very handsome employer.”
“You naughty girl. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him, could you? He knew it too. Every day you sat at that desk, he thought about brushing his lips across the back of your neck. He wanted to pluck the buttons on your gown, and slowly, slowly unlace it.” Fingertips traced their way down her breast, teasing at her nipple. Sterling’s breath wet her throat as he trailed his teeth along her jaw toward her ear. His whisper etched itself directly into her soul. “He wanted to fuck you on your desk, Miss Sheffield. Bend you over it, and drive himself into you from behind until you were begging for mercy.”
Edwina drew back in shock, staring into his eyes. “Maybe I would have let him.”
“You would have begged him, wouldn’t you?” That hand traversed its way lower, sliding down over her abdomen with enough pressure to force her to undulate against him helplessly, and then fisting in her skirts. “You would have parted your pretty thighs—these pretty thighs” —Thumbs dug into the soft flesh of her inner thighs, making her gasp— “And begged him to eat of you.”
A shock of warmth flooded through her, leaving her slick and wet. “Sterling!”
“Right… about… here.” His hand found her, cupping the center of all that wetness.
Edwina gasped in shock.
“But you’re a wicked girl.” That voice continued. “He made you ache, didn’t he? And you touched yourself at night. In secret. Sometimes you fingered yourself at your desk, didn’t you? Knowing he was in the next room. Knowing that your fingers were bare sustenance when what you ached for was his cock.”
