Page 134 of Outrageous

When she lowered herself onto his spread thighs he just about lost consciousness imagining what she looked like. Her hands shook and she fumbled with the buttons.

“I don’t want to waste time untying my hands, darling, so you’ll have to do all the heavy lifting.”

She made a gulping sound, her fingers froze for an instant, and then she resumed her labors. “So,” she said in a tone of strangled bravado, “that’s how this marriage is going to be?”

Godric laughed; his Eva.

He stopped laughing when she pushed open the flaps of his breeches.

“Push them down a bit, just a—oh, yes, that’s good. Now, take—urgh.” A small, warm hand wrapped around him and he had to bite down on his lower lip to keep from shouting something vulgar.

“You just hush, now,” she murmured in a voice that shook, which made her audacity all the more impressive. “I’ll take care of the heavy lifting.”

* * *

Eva marveled at the size and heat and feel of him. She also marveled at the things she could make him say—the way she could make him sound with just the smallest—

“Good God!” he shouted as she squeezed him just the slightest bit.

Eva grinned.

“Now, darling,” he said, and it was his turn to have a shaky voice, “if you don’t want to humiliate your betrothed . . .”

Eva knew what he wanted—she’d spent the last week watching horses mate, for pity’s sake—but it would be something of a trick with his hands still restrained. Still, where there was a will, and all that.

She sat up high on her knees, one hand clutching his shoulder, the other holding him between her legs as she lowered herself slowly over him. Which was when she realized how easy—and rewarding—it was to make him beg.

“Please, Eva.” His breath was hot against her chest as his head rested against her.

“Please what, my lord?”

He gave a breathy, demented laugh. “Have mercy, darling. Please, take me inside your body.”

His words rocked her to her core and she lowered herself onto him, taking his thick length all in one, long slide.

The noises they made filled the carriage while he filled her, his size momentarily shocking her, the pain of the stretch a familiar, lovely, surprise.

“All right?” he gasped against her throat, and then he laved the exposed skin, humming his pleasure. “Salty.”

She swallowed convulsively at the raw desire in his voice, her sheath contracting around him and making them both shudder.

“Ride me, Eva, hard. I want you to use me and—”

His words broke off with a guttural moan as she lifted almost all the way off, and then lowered again, grimacing slightly as he touched some exquisite place deep in her womb, where their child was growing. She tightened at the thought, the pleasure causing his rod to jerk inside her.

Once again he begged. “Please.”

Eva responded to his ragged whisper, and she began to post. On the third or fourth stroke she discovered something magical. If she tilted her hips just so, she could rub her—“Oh, Godric!”

After that it was a blur of exquisite friction, raw gasping, and deep, glorious penetration. When Eva began to lose control of her hips, Godric took over, lifting them both off the bench with the force of his thrusts, mashing her head against the roof of the carriage as he drove into her with a savagery that detonated an explosion of pleasure, sending shock waves through her body.

Still he did not stop, pounding her ruthlessly until, “Eva,” he hissed against her shuddering body. “I’m going to—”

He grunted and hilted himself, his hips still raised off the bench as he spasmed and jerked and emptied himself deep inside her body.

* * *

“Are you asleep?”