Page 45 of Road Trip With a Rogue
He pulled out of her an instant before pleasure washed over him like the blast of a grenade; an instant of stunned, timeless perfection, then complete annihilation.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Daisy could barely breathe.
Vaughan had collapsed on top of her, pressing her down into the mattress with a deliciously heavy weight, and she suppressed an incredulous laugh. She’d never imagined she’d see him so uninhibited, and the fact that she’d made his body so thoroughly replete with pleasure felt like no small accomplishment.
He hadn’t forgotten his promise not to finish inside her, either, and her heart clenched with a traitorous little squeeze that he’d kept his word.
There were ways to avoid an unwanted pregnancy, even if hehadforgotten. Tisanes like pennyroyal tea and the like, but she’d heard so many tales of unpleasant side effects and potential dangers that she never wanted to put them to the test.
She brushed his side with her fingertips, lightly tracing his ribs, and he rolled off her with a deep, satisfied groan. She turned her head to look at him, almost too tired to move, and found his eyes dark with satisfaction.
“Thatwas…” Her voice was a croak and she struggledto find the right words. Incredible? Extraordinary? He was arrogant enough as it was. He’d be obnoxious now.
“Five years overdue.” He let out a deep sigh and pushed one of her curls behind her ear. “God, Hamilton. It’s just as well we didn’t do that before I left for Portugal. I never would have gone.”
He was joking, of course, but her heart fluttered just the same.
“It wouldn’t have been like that five years ago,” she reminded him. “I was still a virgin.”
“Only in body. In spirit, you were a shameless wanton.”
She gasped, and he chuckled at her outrage.
“Don’t deny it. You practically undressed me with your eyes every time you saw me across a room.”
“I did not!” Her cheeks were definitely burning.
“You did. And I did exactly the same to you. You can’t imagine the filthy things we were doing in my mind. I swear, one time I was talking to Lord Castlereagh about some stupid law or other and you caught my eye and I got so hard I had to excuse myself.”
Daisy bit her lip, trying to quash a delighted smile. “Really?”
His eyes narrowed in mock-menace. “Really. You were the most provoking chit imaginable.”
“I’m sure you found another partner to deal with your… little problem.” Her spirits dropped at the thought of him sating himself with another woman, but she was determined to appear sophisticated.
“Nothinglittleabout it,” he growled. “And for your information, no, I didn’t. I went and locked myself in a water closet and relieved myself with my hand, cursing you with every breath.”
His dark gaze pinned her as he reached out and traced the pad of his thumb over her lower lip, dragging it downto stroke the slick inner lining. Her stomach swooped. “And the whole time I imagined I had you there, on your knees, looking up at me, that wicked mouth of yours on my cock.”
Daisy swallowed. God, she could imagine it too. Her body heated again.
“I had no idea I affected you so strongly,” she managed.
He rolled over and slid off the bed, and she immediately felt the loss of his warmth.
“You affect me,” he said with a dark laugh. “You drive me bloody insane.”
Her heart warmed at the backhanded compliment. She’d take any reaction that wasn’t indifference.
He padded, gloriously naked, to the linen press that stood against one wall, opened it, and pulled out a clean bathing sheet, which he brought back to the bed. Daisy reached out to take it, suddenly very conscious of her nakedness, but he ignored her outstretched hand and sat down next to her, using the cloth to wipe the evidence of his pleasure from her belly.
She forced herself not to wriggle under his ministrations, and when he’d finished, she sat up and pulled on her chemise. The flimsy barrier made her feel slightly less exposed. She wasn’t used to lolling about naked.
“We never made it to the desk,” she teased lightly.
He slanted her a look as he pulled on his shirt. “The night is still young.”