Page 66 of Dangerous

Adam took her chin and tipped her small face upward. “Yes,” he said, “it is.”

She laughed and buried her face in his coat. “Oh don’t, I must look a fright. I was burrowed into you like a forest creature in the carriage.”

“Yes, you do look a fright.” She hit him and buried her face deeper. “Luckily, I have just the thing. Come with me.” He took her hand and led her through his room, where he nodded his dismissal to Sayer, who left the remaining luggage and quietly took himself off to his usual room.

Adam opened the heavy arched door that led off his bedchamber, which Jessica had not shown during her brief tour.

“Close your eyes.” Mia complied and he led her inside. “You may open them.”

She gasped, her eyes wide as she looked about the room. She walked toward the square sunken tub that occupied one entire corner of the room. “Oh, Adam.” She looked up at him before leaning down to dip her finger in the water. “It’s hot! But how is that?” She stared at him as if he were a magician.

“It is no work of mine. An ancestor built it, using water that is heated naturally deep underground. He took his cue from the Romans, who had this kind of bath wherever such geology existed. I thought you might like it.”

She laid her hands against his chest, looking up at him in a way that did disconcerting things to his stomach. “Will you bathe with me, my lord?”

He released into his gaze all the hunger and lust he had been controlling since their truncated lovemaking earlier in the day. Her face flushed and her lids lowered as he pushed against her, forcing her to take a step back, and then another as he relentlessly advanced on her, not stopping until he’d pinned her against the hard stone wall of the bathing chamber.

“Unbutton me,” he told her, his voice harsh with need. Her deft hands worked fast to free him.

He pulled up the skirt of her traveling costume, his hand moving to what he knew would be waiting for him. She wore no drawers. He shook with desire as he delved into her curls and found the part of her that transformed her into something that was his alone.

Adam was not the only one who’d found the long carriage ride protracted foreplay. She was wet and ready and he was far too impatient to employ his usual teasing methods. While she was still shuddering with pleasure he grasped her bottom, lifted her against the wall, and slid into her, holding very still once he was seated. He braced himself, his feet spread shoulder-width apart, gaining control of himself. She moved restlessly above him, her hips grinding, wanting more.

He pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were hooded, her mouth slack and willful.

“So greedy.” He snuggled her tighter to his body as he worked himself deeper. “You’ve hardly finished one orgasm and you already want another. You’ll not come again until you’ve earned it,” he whispered, punctuating his words with a quick thrust of his hips.

She gasped.

“Did you enjoy teasing me today, my lady? I think you did,” he mused, again thrusting hard and quick, wanting her to know he was in complete control of her pleasure. “It amused you to think of me sitting behind you, hard with need for you. You enjoyed making me suffer.”

Thrust.

She whimpered, her lips parting as her breathing grew rougher.

Thrust.

“What was that, my dear? I couldn’t hear you?” He was almost mad with the effort of holding back.

Thrust.

Another whimper.

Thrust.

“You’ll have to speak up, my lady,”

Thrust.

“Please.”

“I beg your pardon, darling?”

Thrust.

“Please, Adam, more.” Her voice was barely a sigh.

Thrust.