Page 43 of The Danger of Desire

She should protest. She should get off his lap.

Instead, she reveled in the way his eyes slid closed as he laved her nipple with rough lashes of his tongue.

“I find your breasts delicious in every way,” he rasped.

Gratified, she pressed her breast into his mouth and clasped his head closer. “I findthisso... ohh... so very...”

“I believe we’ve established that youdofeel the same urges that a man feels. Thank God.”

Thank God, indeed. Though now she didn’t know what to do with all this... excitement. Her pulse ran amok, and her body ached to have him crawl inside her clothes and touch every inch of her.

“Damn, I just want to devour you,” he muttered under his breath, and opened the shirt more so he could suck her other breast.

“Yes. Do.”

“Careful, brat, or you’ll... infect me with your recklessness.” He dragged his mouth up to her neck to tongue the hollow of her throat.

“I think... I... already have.”

“In that case...” He slid his hand between her legs to rub her at the jointure of her thighs, through the fabric.

Heavens, it felt good. Sogood.Much better than when she’d touched herself there. Or perhaps that was becausehewas doing it.

“Be glad you’re wearing trousers,” he said as he fondled her shamelessly through them. “Because if you were wearing skirts, it wouldn’t be my hand there but my mouth.”

His mouth? On herprivates?

“That sounds... interesting.” So interesting that something dampened her trousers, as if he already had his mouth on her.

He froze, and she wondered if he’d actually felt the dampness. “Delia,” he said, “we must stop.”

“Must we?” she choked out.

Even as he kept caressing her and nuzzling her neck and making her want to fly, he said hoarsely, “Yes. Before I embarrass myself.”

“I don’t... understand.”

“When a man becomes aroused... Never mind, it isn’t an appropriate conversation.”

She wriggled against his hand, which wasstillfondling her. “I think we’ve... gone beyond appropriate. Besides, we always have inappropriate... conversations. That’s why you... find me... charming, remember?”

“Too damned charming by half,” he growled and took her mouth once more.

She could feel the bulge in his trousers pressing against her bottom, and she wondered how it would be to touch it, caress it the way he was caressing her—

The carriage shuddered to a halt, and both of them froze. She looked out to see that the coachman had pulled up in the mews behind the houses. Oh, Lord, what was she doing, letting him caress her like this?

She scrambled off his lap and buttoned her shirt up while he sat there panting, his hands curling into fists on his knees as if he fought the urge to grab her again.

Her body was on fire. And there was no way to douse the flames, even if she wanted to. Which she didn’t. No one hadevermade her feel like this. It thrilled and terrified her all at the same time.

He gave a shaky breath. “Delia, I didn’t mean to—”

“I have to go.” She had to escape him, to get to her room before she did something insane—like tear the rest of her clothes open and beg him to take her.

Before Warren could stop her, she opened the door and climbed out, then took off at a run through the gate.

“Delia!” he hissed behind her. “Damn you, come back here!”