Page 62 of The Captain Claims His Temptress

“If you stay with me, it will be perfectly charming.” She rested her head against his back and snuggled into him.

Was she suggesting they share a room? He could think of nothing more delightful or indecent. But if they were in the same bed, there would be no rest and he’d barely slept in days. Other than the nectar between Madalene’s thighs, it had been even longer since he’d experienced pleasure with a woman.

What a dilemma—required rest or his obsessive need for this woman?

Sighing, he declared, “Myrle and Diggins can share a room.”

“Preferably in another inn,” she said with a good-humored snort.

He chuckled. “’Tis the only one I know of around here.”

“Horse feathers.” Her laughter tickled his neck. “I have quite a bit of money in my satchel.”

“We will use what I have with me first.”

Most of Stephen’s coin was still in his room at Herald Hall and the dastardly duo probably had empty pockets. He would pay her back as soon as he could. And if worse came to worst, his older brother would take care of his debts if—when—he went to prison. Perchance it was better to only owe coin for two rooms.

With his back to her, and his hands on the reins, he was at her mercy. And damn, the sweet torture of it all. God and country forgive his mounting indiscretions, but he needed to know her intent.

Before he lost his nerve, he asked, “Madalene, do you desire to share a room with me?”

“I want that more than anything,” she said in that sensual accent that made the hair on the back of his neck stand at attention. Her hands slid from his hips to his thighs.

He hissed as her gloved touch sent flames through his trousers to scorch his skin. She inched her way closer to his cock. Surely, she wouldn’t intimately touch him where passersby might see. And yet, he wanted her hands on him. As well as her tongue. Her lips. Her everything…

She cupped his bulge. “I shall share more than a room with you, my prince.”

Her prince?He moaned and leaned his back against her torso. Her pelvis rocked against him as she gently squeezed and kneaded.

“I will share my bed.” She swept kisses along his neck before cooing, “And my body. And my heart.”

“Madalene,” he whispered, mostly to assure himself he wasn’t dreaming.

“Yes, Stephen.” She blew into his ear.

That erotic breath was the final straw in his complete unraveling. “By Jove,” he growled as he ground his cock into her roving palm.

“I need you in my mouth,” she whispered. “I want to taste you and give you the same pleasure you gave me.”

He should leap off the horse, pull her to the ground, and relish those luscious lips encircling his cock.

Instead, he moaned in frustration. “We need to hurry to the inn.” Pressing his heels into Stormy, he clicked his tongue, and the horse was off.

Eventually, the simpletons appeared in the distance. Stephen caught up to them.

“There is an inn over the hill,” he yelled.

Without waiting for them to respond, he dashed ahead. There was no time to lose. He was in an all-out race to claim his temptress.

Chapter twenty-two

October 6th, 1817

Stephenalwaysemittedpotentvirility. So, with his muscles tensed, his breathing labored, and the bulge in his trousers growing, Madalene feared he might explode from the mere friction of riding. Since she’d prefer his masculine emissions warm her skin, she ceased rubbing her breasts against his back and removed her palm from his lap. Unfortunately, without his body heat, the sting from the cold air left her shivering.

She felt no guilt for what she’d done to him. In fact, she was exceedingly proud she’d brought him to this heightened state. It hadn’t been easy to entice him. The man was exceedingly noble. Even now, she’d probably have to disrobe, tempt him by caressing her own breasts, then kneel at his feet and force him into her mouth. Good thing her satchel was packed for seduction.

She reveled in her power as an enchantress, but just this once, could he seduce her? Pin her up against a wall. Whisper filthy things in her ear. Take her roughly, as if he was a rogue, and she was an innocent virgin. That wasn’t too much to hope for. Was it?