Page 11 of The Captain Claims His Temptress

Never, even before he had sworn off women, had one so openly seduced him. And to be contemplating life, and then seconds later a beauty cooed sounds of pleasure into his mouth, was a fantasy come true.

She caressed his cheek as she laved his lower lip. He opened, inviting her in. He should stop her and step away because her tongue playfully swirling and tapping was a dangerous game. The entire evening had chipped away at his discipline, and she was literally sucking the very last of it from him. He was a man, not a saint. One more enticing move on her part, and he would pin her against the railing and bury himself deep inside her.

Still holding her close, he reluctantly halted his kisses to peer into her soul. Gold-flecked brown pupils blinked at him. “I do not even know your name.”

“Madalene.”

“Madalene with the gold in her eyes,” he whispered.

She smiled, fluttering stunning lashes. “Stephen with the emerald eyes.”

His mouth crashed against hers. She responded to his forceful kisses, matching the scorching intensity. Heat consumed him, singeing him from the inside out.

Her lips cupped his ear, her voice a sensual rasp. “I adore your hair, Stephen.”

Although he’d expected her to sound like red silk blowing in the wind, he had not predicted the alluring accent. “You’re American?”

Instead of allowing her to answer he sucked on her plump lower lip. Damn delicious, like the chocolate tart he’d pretended not to watch her devour at dinner.

Thank the gods above. The woman melting against him, her curves molding to his hard lines, was all eager passion.

And her breasts…The tighter he held her, the more they threatened to spill over the top of her tight bodice.

Captain Eaton, the disciplined soldier, no longer resided in his body. In his place was a wild man who had not known a woman’s touch in almost two years. He reached into the front of her dress, cupped her breasts, and freed them from her corset. Luscious mounds tipped with perky pink tips bounced free.

He brushed a thumb over her nipple. She gasped as her head flew back, opening the graceful line of her neck and shoulders.

He tugged on a bud, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. It pebbled beneath his touch as she whimpered in pleasure.

She needed to stop this insanity because he could not. “Madalene.” He grasped her chin and met her gaze. “We should stop.”

“No.” She guided his face to her neck, her fingers digging into his scalp.

Soft skin. The scent of exotic perfume. Heaving breasts. Labored feminine breaths. The plea of, “Please, Stephen.” Never mind. A cannon explosion could not dissuade him.

He licked and kissed his way down her neck to her breasts, taking a delectable nipple into his mouth. Every bit of him became consumed with suckling until her legs gave out and she swayed. He tightened his grip around her waist, to keep her from falling onto the wooden planks. Apparently, his ministrations had turned her to mush. He on the other hand was so hard that his cock ached, and his balls burned.

He should lift her dress and tup her right there, outside the ballroom, while dozens of guests roamed the castle. What was the harm? Two consenting adults and they both wanted it? If only he had a sheepskin sheath on him.

Devil it. Never mind. He’d spill his seed in the indentation between her breasts just as soon as he got rid of the fabric between them.

With his mouth devouring her flesh and one arm holding her up, his other hand grasped her satin skirt. If he took his time exposing her lower body, she might let out little sensual gasps as the crisp air hit her bare skin.

Slowly, he lifted the fabric.

She hissed.

“Mmm,” he murmured around his chuckle.

Her hemline was up to her knees when a creaking door distracted him. He dropped her skirts and tugged her bodice into place as two men barged onto the veranda.

“Madalene?” cried Sir Saxton as he stomped toward them.

“Uncle Elias?”

Madalene was Saxton’s niece?

Her eyes widened with horror; her elaborately coiffed hair was now in disarray, and her lips were puffy, proving their salacious activities.