Page 27 of A Wager With A Rake (Wicked Widows #32)

He pocketed the coins and set off to do as she asked.

Jimmy had done so for her a few times before, when she would sneak out to see Nick.

The last time they snuck to the hunting cabin, she learnt what an orgasm was.

Who knew that a man’s hands could give such pleasure?

She clenched her thighs together, already thinking about what delights he would introduce her to that evening.

A few moments later, Jimmy handed her the reins, positioning the horse by the mounting block. She thanked him and climbed into the saddle before flicking the reins and racing off into the night.

When she reached the cabin, Nick’s horse was already tied up outside.

He waited on the porch for her and came right beside her horse and lifted her down.

“I’m so very glad you made it, my love. I would have preferred to escort you,” Nick said, pulling her into an embrace for a quick kiss.

“Let’s get you inside. I already started a fire for us. ”

She grabbed his hand, and he led her inside.

The warmth from the fire kissed her skin right away.

She removed her pelisse and laid it across the back of the settee.

She turned to face him, and in a single fluid movement, he swept her into his arms. Nick pressed his lips to hers, running his tongue along her bottom lip before her lips parted and he massaged her tongue with his.

She returned his kiss, sucking his tongue into her mouth until he groaned.

He ambled her backward towards the bedchamber, not breaking their kiss, which grew wilder by the moment. Once inside the room, he kissed her jaw and neck, nibbling at her and then soothing the nips with his tongue.

Eliza sighed, loving the man before her more than she could have thought possible. She glanced around the room and noted he had started a fire in the bedchamber as well, and there were a few candles lit on the mantle above the fireplace.

Nick took her hands in his and leaned back to look at her.

His expression was an intoxicating mixture of need and love, and with the light from fire casting shadows on his handsome face, it was an image depicted right out of one of her romance novels.

His chestnut hair was almost black in the low lighting and the candlelight hit his green eyes just perfectly so that they shone like a precious gem.

She lost her heart to him all over again.

“Are you certain you wish to do this?” he asked, placing a soft kiss on her jaw.

“More than anything,” she replied. They had talked about waiting until they were married, but the desire to be with him had consumed her. She couldn’t wait for her father to approve her choice. She needed to be with him in every way, and then they would fight for their future together.

A low growl escaped his lips, and he began working the buttons of her dress, unfastening enough that he could lift it over her head and then tossed it on the chair beside the bed.

Curious about what Nick would look like without his clothing, she unbuttoned the coat he wore and pushed it off his shoulders until it fell to the floor.

She worked the buttons of his white shirt next.

He remained still and allowed her to do as she wished, staring into her eyes as she undid each button and freed him from his shirt.

Her breath caught when she saw his muscular chest with a light smattering of dark hair.

When she ran her hands across chiseled muscles and over his shoulders, he sucked in a breath, and the nerves she had about coupling with him evaporated, leaving only raw desire.

She kissed his chest, becoming wanton and bold with each press of her lips to his skin.

She used her tongue in the same way he did against her neck, and his muscles flexed beneath her touch.

“Eliza, that feels so good.”

She licked and kissed his collarbone and up his neck, finding the lobe of his ear. She sucked it into her mouth.

He grabbed her head and kissed her lips again. After a few moments of exploration with their tongues, he broke the kiss and pulled her night rail over her head, leaving her naked before him.

She watched his response to her, and the hunger in his eyes only emboldened her further.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, looking from her breasts and down her body. “I must taste you.”

She wasn’t sure what he meant, but he clasped her bottom and lifted her onto the bed. He tenderly laid her down across the massive bed and positioned himself on his knees between her legs.

He kissed her lips, then kissed his way to her breasts. Her entire body shivered from the sensation of his powerful form hovering over her and the anticipation of what he would do. She gasped when he took one of her nipples into his mouth and began suckling her. “Nick,” she cried out.

“Do you like this?” he asked, stopping what he was doing.

“Oh, yes,” she replied.

He dipped his head to continue, smiling against her breast every time she moaned or sucked in a breath. When he used his hand to find her nub in the nest of curls between her legs, she moaned again.

He released her nipple and kissed his way down her stomach. He kissed lower and lower, shifting himself further down on the bed until his head was between her legs.

“What are you—” She cried out when his tongue flicked her pearl. “God, yes,” she moaned.

He stopped and glanced up at her, a smirk playing on his lips. “Does that mean you wish for me to continue?”

“I may never wish for you to stop.”

He gave a smug laugh and flicked her pearl again before circling it with his tongue. He inserted a finger into her core and moved it in and out. Her hands flew to his head, and she undulated against his mouth and hand.

She approached a release similar to the one he gave her a couple of nights ago with his hand, but this was different. Far more intense and wicked. When she tipped over the edge of her climax, she rocked and moaned, calling out his name.

He shifted himself on top of her and kissed her lips. She tasted herself on his tongue and licked the wetness off his lips. It was erotic and exhilarating, and she knew that once would never be enough.

“I could drink from you all day,” he said.

“I may wish for you to do just that.” She giggled when he laughed at her declaration. “I didn’t know such a thing was possible,” she said.

He kissed her again. “Would you like to stop now, or would you like for me to show you more?”

“I want more,” she replied, the need evident in her tone. “Please, Nick.”

Nick climbed off the bed and stood beside it, looking at her.

“Where are you going?” she asked, curving her lips in a playful pout.

“I must remove these now,” he replied, working the buttons of his falls, his eyes not leaving hers. He pushed his breeches down to the floor and his member sprang to life, protruding from a nest of dark curls. Her gaze fixed on it, curious about what it might feel like in her hand.

He climbed back onto the bed and hovered over her, placing another sweet kiss on her lips.

“I want to touch you,” she said, reaching between them to grasp the rod that stood erect between them.

He sucked in a large breath and closed his eyes when her hand closed around it. Balancing himself with one hand and his knees, he reached his free hand between them and wrapped it around hers. His cock was smooth to the touch but hard as steel.

“You can stroke me like this.” He moved her hand with his, and she loved the power she felt from giving him pleasure the way he did for her.

She continued to stroke him for a few moments before he pulled her hand away. “I will spend if you should continue, and I would much rather do so after I make you come on my cock.”

She bit her lip, enjoying his wicked words. “Tell me what you are going to do and don’t be polite about it.”

He slipped his hand between them and slid two fingers inside of her. “I’m going to replace my fingers with the head of my aching shaft, and then I’m going to move like this”—he slid his fingers in and out—“until you shatter and moan in my arms.”

She released a sound that was a mixture of a sign and a moan. He pressed his lips to her ear. “Do you want me inside you now?” he whispered.

She nodded.

“Tell me you want me to make love to you with my needy cock,” he said, kissing along her jaw.

“I want your cock, Nick,” she whispered. “Make love to me. Now.”

He withdrew his fingers and positioned himself at her opening. “This may hurt but not for long, and it shouldn’t do so ever again.”

He pushed himself into her with care, inch by inch. She gasped from the slight twinge of pain when he had his entire length inside of her.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered, the pain subsiding, and she had the urge to move against him. “It doesn’t hurt any longer.”

He withdrew and then thrust back inside of her, causing her to see stars.

She had never imagined such a pleasure and reveled in the intimacy from the man she loved most in the world filling her, the two of them joining as one.

Nothing and no one else mattered but the two of them. He did it again, and she cried out.

“That’s it, my love. Moan as loud as you wish. It drives me wild to hear you do so.”

With every moan, he thrust deeper and harder inside of her. She wrapped her legs around him, and it became even more intense when he entered her as far as he could. He panted and groaned, and she pushed herself against him to meet his thrusts.

“You are mine,” he said, thrusting hard and deep.

She responded with a loud moan and dug her fingers into his back.

“Say it,” he whispered against her lips.

Eliza kissed him and broke the kiss to speak. “I am yours,” she said. “I shall always be yours.”

He thrust into her harder and faster.

“Oh, yes,” she cried out. “Just like that. Don’t stop.” With each movement, she neared ever closer to madness and ecstasy. “Nick,” she moaned.

He didn’t relent and made good on his promise to make her shatter.

When she did, she cried out his name again and bucked beneath him, arching her back.

Once she rode every wave of the intense pleasure from her climax, he withdrew, his breath ragged.

“God, Eliza,” he groaned before warm liquid pooled on her stomach.

After a few moments, Nick climbed from the bed and removed a handkerchief from his pocket. He wiped between her legs, then her stomach, and set the handkerchief on the table beside the bed.

“I wiped away the blood, but you may be sore tomorrow. A warm bath should help,” he said, settling in next to her and pulling her into his arms.

“That was more wonderful than I imagined,” she said, brushing his hair away from his face. “I hope it was the same for you.”

He pulled her tighter against him. “My love, I have never experienced anything as intense as being with you. I fear I am addicted to you and shall never get enough.”

She giggled beside him. “Is that so?”

“It’s perfect since you are mine,” he said, kissing her forehead.

“Does that mean you shall meet me here tomorrow night and show me more?” she asked, placing a quick kiss on his chest.

“Nothing on this earth could keep me away.”