Page 41 of Road Trip With a Rogue

“So true.”

He kissed her, hard, and she almost laughed in relief against his mouth.Yes!This was what she’d been craving. This connection, this passion. This man. His tongue tangled with hers, his taste filling her head, and it wasexactlyas she remembered it. Dark. Delicious.Intoxicating.

She released his wrist and slid her arms around his neck, pulling herself against him. He tilted her jaw, slanting his head for better access, and she melted, feeling her nipples tighten beneath her shirt where they rubbed against his chest.

Finally!

His left hand caught her hip, then slid around her lower back to anchor her in place, and his low growl of pleasure made her skin pebble. Liquid heat pooled between her legs.

When he dragged his lips from hers, she relished the way his dark eyes roved over her face. A faint flush of pink colored his high cheekbones.

“We’re doing this more than once, Hamilton. Agreed?”

He sounded as out of breath as she was.

She pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Agreed.”

Once wouldn’t be enough. She wanted this man in every possible way. If they only had one night, she wanted it to be one she’d remember for the rest of her life.

He nodded. “Right. Do you see that desk over there?”

She turned her head just slightly. A handsome mahogany writing desk stood on one side of the room. She hadn’t even noticed it before.

“I’m going to show youexactlywhat I wanted to do to you that night you came barging into my house uninvited.”

Her pulse was pounding, but she managed a dazed nod. “Now?”

“Not yet. First, I’m going to strip off those bloody breeches of yours and pleasure you until you can’t think straight. Do you have any objections?”

She almost laughed at his bossy, no-nonsense tone. It was easy to imagine him giving such clipped orders to his men during battle. As if she’d have objections to being worshipped by this man.

She pressed her lips to the place where his jaw met his ear and relished the full-body shiver that ran through him. “None at all.”

“Excellent. Where are your knives?”

“I’ve only got one. On my belt. You have the others.”

He slid his hand around her waist and pulled the blade from the sheath at the small of her back with his free hand. He tossed it onto one of the armchairs by the fire, then unbuckled her belt one-handed, and she sucked in a breath as his knuckles brushed the sensitive skin of her stomach.

She bit his earlobe in response, and the hand on her jaw tightened with just the right amount of menace. “Wicked girl.”

He sucked on her lower lip, then kissed her again. She didn’t often cede control, to anyone, but she loved the way he overpowered her.

He made quick work of pulling her shirt over her head and unbuttoning the falls of her breeches, and she helpedhim, breaking the kiss momentarily to raise her arms, tugging off her boots and wriggling out of the breeches.

She welcomed the urgency. Now wasn’t the time for a gentle seduction. She wasn’t a shy virgin who needed coaxing to the next step. She wanted him now. Naked, against her,insideher.

The thought made her pause. Her body was urging her to throw caution to the wind, but an innate thread of self-preservation still remained.

“I can’t risk falling pregnant,” she panted, pulling away just slightly.

“Obviously,” he growled. “Do you trust me not to put you in that position?”

Daisy bit her lip. He meant: Did she trust him not to finish inside her? With Tom, she’d been afraid to take the chance, but Vaughan had far more worldly experience. He was no callow youth to get carried away and forget himself. And he’d want to avoid an “embarrassing situation” as much as she did.

“Yes.”

He nodded, once, and her heart clenched at the sight he made. He’d shrugged out of his jacket and removed his cravat. His shirt lay open at his throat and her fingers itched to explore his skin. She could barely believe she was finally getting this chance. God, she’d wanted this from the first moment she’d laid eyes on him. Desire made her hands shake.