Page 48 of Road Trip With a Rogue

“Good?” He pushed forward again, apparently conscious of her every gasp and shudder.

“So good,” she panted, scarcely able to frame the words. “Just… keep—”

He didn’t stop. He drove into her, a relentless pace that made everything knot tighter and tighter. She was almost there. She fisted his hair, tightening her fingers in a way that must have been painful for him, but he just let out a rough sound against her throat.

“Yes. Use me. Hurt me if you need to. Take what you want, Daisy. Take me.”

She held her breath, straining against him to reach the peak. And then it came, blinding, stealing her wits in a rush of pleasure so strong she felt as if she was drowning.

He held her close as she splintered apart, but as soon as her shudders faded, he withdrew from her body. When she protested, he merely shook his head, rolling to the side and fisting his cock.

“Promised,” he gasped, pumping his hand. “Not inside you.”

His back arched and his hips bucked as he reached his own climax, and Daisy watched in awe at the way his muscles rippled and twitched. God, he was beautiful. Seeing him come apart, eyes squeezed closed, head thrown back against the pillows, was the most incredible sight she’d ever seen.

He let out a deep sigh and relaxed into the bedclothes, his big body suddenly lax, and she couldn’t prevent the foolish smile that spread across her lips.

“Well, you certainly keep your promises, I’ll give youthat,” she breathed, and he let out a low, exhausted rumble of amusement.

“Man of my word. Told you.”

A laugh bubbled up in her chest. “You didn’t even remove your clothes.”

He glanced down and seemed surprised to discover that he was still wearing his breeches, boots, and shirt. He frowned down at the damp mess he’d left on his shirt, over his belly, then pulled the garment over his head and crumpled the material into a ball.

“I’m not going to have any clean clothes left at this rate,” he grumbled.

Daisy sent him a weary smile. “Don’t worry. Tomorrow you can go and find all the clean clothes you could wish for. As soon as I get Violet and Peregrine, you’ll be free to return to your country house.”

She’d thought the reminder would cheer him, but his lips compressed, and he looked vaguely irritated for a moment before his expression cleared. “I suppose we ought to get some sleep, then, if you want an early start.”

He rose from the bed and she tried not to ogle him as he tossed his shirt onto one of the chairs and stripped out of his breeches. The dying embers of the fire caressed the strong lines of his body, and she bit back a wistful sigh. She could look at him naked every single day and not get bored.

He turned and caught her eye as she tugged her chemise back up over her shoulders.

“Am I permitted to sleepunderthe covers tonight?”

She slipped under the sheet, then threw back the coverlet for him. “You might as well. It will be warmer.”

She waited for him to pull on a shirt, but he padded back to her naked and slid in beside her. She shivered as he stretched out, but then he reached over and pulled heragainst his side and her body relaxed, melting into his warmth with a sigh of surrender.

Just for tonight.

Tomorrow they’d go their separate ways, and it was unlikely that she’d see him with any regularity once they were back in London. She’d be able to look back on this extraordinary interlude with a happy smile.

If theydidhappen to meet at some social event or other, they could just pretend to be nothing more than polite acquaintances. And if her heart felt a little pang of residual longing, then it was a small price to pay. A man like Vaughan was only ever going to be a temporary madness.

Daisy closed her eyes and allowed herself to wriggle closer to him, and she could have sworn she felt the brush of his lips against her temple as she drifted off to sleep.

“Good night, Hamilton,” he murmured. “Sweet dreams.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

The pale gray light of early morning was filtering through the curtains when Daisy cracked open her lids, but it was the sensation of Vaughan’s lips nuzzling her neck, his hand trailing lightly over her breasts, that pulled her fully into wakefulness.

Her limbs were warm and heavy, her whole body filled with a delicious lassitude. She wanted to stay in the warm cocoon of his arms forever.

But a glance at the clock on the mantelpiece confirmed what she’d already suspected: they needed to get on their way.