Page 88 of A Stranger’s Gamble
He stilled. “Did I hurt you?”
She gasped. “Lord, no. Please do that again.”
He did. Then again and again.
Sophie had a sudden, horrifying thought. “Oh no.”
Adam drove into her. “Is something amiss?”
She looked over her shoulder, and as she had remembered, Adam had left the parlor door open.
She faced him. “The door, we left it open.”
He flashed a wicked smile. “Beatrice already streaked past. Never fear. She will tell everyone we are occupied, and we will not be disturbed.”
Sophie gasped. “My lord, we must go upstairs.”
He drove into her again.
“Sophie, I couldn’t walk if the devil were on my heels.”
She started to lift off him, but he slammed her hilt deep onto his erection, then reached between her legs and slipped a finger between the folds that hid her sex.
“Adam,” she squeaked.
“Ride me,” he ordered.
She hesitated, then began a rhythm he copied with the long digit that massaged her. This was far beyond anything she’d dreamed of. Need coursed through her, and the pleasure point between her legs abruptly burst with pleasure. Sophie cried out and allowed her head to fall forward on Adam’s shoulder. He hugged her close as pleasure rolled over her in waves. With each thrust, the pleasure seemed to reach deeper and deeper. He drove so deep that she felt he must have touched her soul.
“I didn’t quite know it then, but I believe I fell in love with you that night,” he said in a strangled whisper.
Sophie tried to shake herself from the murk of pleasure. He gave a final thrust and groaned. He hugged her so tight all the air seemed to leave her lungs.
She realized what he’d said and lifted her head to look at his face. “Fell in love with me?” Her heart skipped a beat. “What night?”
His chest lifted with the deep breath he took. “The night you kicked Emerson and me out of his carriage.”
Sophie shook her head. “I do not understand.”
He smoothed back from her face locks of hair that had come loose from her chignon. “You are an honest woman, Sophie.”
“But I lied to you and pretended to be someone else.”
He smiled. “You lied about your name, but you never pretended to be anyone but who you are.”
She frowned. “But that’s silly. A person cannot be anyone but who they truly are.”
“Well, you cannot, at any rate.” His expression turned speculative. “Perhaps one day you will find you love me, as well.”
“Oh, I already love you.”
He blinked. “When did that happen?”
She lifted herself off him. He righted himself and closed his britches as she got to her feet and smoothed her dress.
“When did you know?” he asked.
Sophie looked up. “Know what?”
“Know that you love me.”
“Oh, well, that is my secret, is it not?”
His gaze sharpened. “Indeed?”
She nodded, then rose and started for the door. “I suppose you will have to find a way to get me to tell you.”
Sophie threw him a glance over her shoulder, then squealed and broke into a run when he leapt to his feet and started after her.
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