Page 47 of Road Trip With a Rogue
“Are you offering meyourhand in marriage?” she teased. “Or is this purely theoretical?”
His lips gave a sardonic curl. “You’ve seen my hand, Hamilton. What woman would want something so scarred and unsightly?”
“Oh, I can think of a hundred girls who’d jump at the chance to be called ‘Your Grace,’” she said with perfect honesty. “Scarred hand or no.”
“But not you.” He made it a statement, not a question.
She sent him a smile over the rim of her wineglass. “The only way I’d accept your hand, Vaughan, is if you put it between my legs.”
He laughed in appreciation of her wit. “With pleasure.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Daisy disappeared into the adjoining dressing room while the dinner plates were cleared away, and when she emerged it was to find Vaughan making a circuit of the room, extinguishing the candles and turning off the lamps. Soon the only illumination came from the glowing fire in the grate.
She’d removed her breeches and shirt in preparation for sleep, but as he glanced up and saw her lingering in the doorway in just her chemise, her heart started to pound. The look on his face was the same hot, hungry look he’d sent her across a hundred crowded rooms—only now it was just the two of them, alone in the dark.
“Come here.”
His low command made her stomach flip. She crossed the room, but when she got close enough to touch him, he caught her hips and pushed her back against the edge of the desk. Her pulse kicked up another notch.
“You were wearing a wicked dress, that night,” he murmured. “I wanted to eat you up.”
He slid the chemise off her shoulder and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, following it with a gentle bite thatsent a jolt of heat curling through her bloodstream. Daisy gripped the edge of the desk, determined not to show how desperate she was for him.
“I wanted to kill every man who looked at you.” He pushed the silk down, exposing her breasts to the firelight, and she sucked in a breath as he took one into his mouth.
Oh God.This was what she’d wanted that night. His mouth on her. His hands. Every ounce of his attention.
And now she had it. Just for tonight.
He swirled his tongue, then lightly teethed her nipple while his left hand stroked her other breast and Daisy arched up into his touch like a flower craving the sunlight. The scrape of his evening beard made goose bumps break out on her arms and she felt him smile against her skin.
He knew what he was doing to her.
His hands slid down to caress the bare skin of her thighs, sliding up under the hem of the chemise. She shifted, restless, and he caught her hips and lifted her to sit on the edge of the desk, bare feet dangling. He stepped between her knees, his soft buckskin breeches sliding against her inner thighs, and she tilted her head back to look into his face.
“I can’t believe I managed to resist you.” His eyes were almost black as he slid his hand up her throat and cupped her jaw. “God, Daisy.Thisis what I wanted to do.”
He tilted her chin and kissed her, a kiss so blatantly carnal it was a miracle she didn’t go up in flames. Daisy groaned and met his tongue with hers, savoring the edge of hungry desperation.
He unbuttoned his falls and she shifted to the edge of the desk as the hot length of him slid against her, teasing her with the promise of more. She wrapped her legsaround his hips, dragging him even closer as he positioned himself at the entrance to her body.
“Yes,” she whispered, shameless. She leaned back, bracing her hands on the desk as he cupped the back of her head, threading his fingers into her hair.
He entered her in a slow, delicious thrust. There was no resistance; she was more than ready for him, and she gasped, savoring the stretch, the incredible sensation of fullness and completion.
He was inside her, around her, commanding every one of her senses. The midnight-forest scent of his skin filled her nose, his taste filled her mouth. He made her feel overwhelmed and cherished, helpless and powerful, all at the same time.
“This is what I wanted,” he repeated hoarsely, tightening his grip in her hair. He rocked his hips and they both shuddered. “You. With me. Like this.”
He pulled back with almost punishing slowness, then pushed in deep again, setting a tantalizing rhythm that made her blood sing in her veins. He kissed her, his tongue tangling with hers, mimicking the thrust of his body, then bit her lower lip, sucking it into his mouth, easing the sting with another kiss that made her clench around him.
“So. Fucking. Good,” he rasped.
The desk was hard beneath her, not entirely comfortable, but she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, loving the feral way he was taking her, hard and almost desperate. She tilted her hips, trying to find just the right angle, then gasped as he suddenly caught the back of her thighs and lifted her clean off the desk.
The room blurred as he carried her over to the bed as if she weighed no more than a feather. When he laid her on the mattress and followed her down, still burieddeep within her, the change of position nudged the perfect place inside and she couldn’t contain her groan of pleasure.