Page 16 of Two Secrets to Surrender (Blackwood Legacy #2)

Chapter Fifteen

S itting on Conrad’s lap in a swaying carriage, his mouth moving tenderly over hers, Gigi felt an inexplicable sense of rightness.

I’m meant to be here with him.

His honesty—his willingness to let her in—was a form of persuasion she could not resist. Not only had he apologized for his prior characterization of her as an indulged miss, but he was also demonstrating it through his behavior. By sharing his past, he was treating her like an equal…like a grown-up capable of handling the information and deciding her own path forward. She understood that he didn’t trust easily, and as she now knew, he had good reason for it. The fact that he’d exposed his vulnerable side filled her with giddy hope.

Furthermore, he was relinquishing his plans for Letty’s spa for her sake. Because no matter how much the water or land might be worth, he valued her more. He wished to court her…to marry her. Gigi was as surprised by his proposal as she was by her own reaction. For the first time, the notion of matrimony intrigued her. Past offers had lost out to her desire for freedom, but a future with Conrad brimmed with the promise of discovery and adventure.

There was much to contemplate when it came to the future, and for now, she wanted to focus on the current exciting escapade. On the hunger in Conrad’s kiss. On her own desires, which turned her blood molten and made her squirm restlessly on his lap.

He chuckled softly against her lips. “Impatient girl. Ready for more, are you?”

Emboldened by his earlier honesty, she confessed, “I missed you. I have thought about our time together in the caldarium constantly.”

“Have you now?” He shifted her so that she was sitting with her back to his front. His mouth roved hotly above the collar of her shirt. “What did you think about?”

Voicing her naughty fantasies was a bit too bold, even for her.

“Um…”

“I’ll tell you what. Why don’t we play a game instead?”

Hearing the catch of amusement in his voice, she asked, “What sort of game?”

“I’ll guess what you thought about. All you have to do is tell me if I’m correct.”

That sounds easy enough.

“Um, all right.”

When his mouth engulfed her ear, she jerked in surprise. Winding one of her plaits around his fist, he held her steady. He licked and sucked her sensitive lobe until she was wriggling against his thighs.

“Did you think about this?” he murmured.

“Yes,” she sighed.

“What about this?”

He reached in front of her, and the sight of his battle-scarred hands undoing her shirt increased her shivering. A part of her couldn’t believe the risk she was taking by having this midnight rendezvous. In Conrad’s presence, however, her sense of propriety gave way to more primal desires. Her need to be a good and proper girl was overcome by the more pressing need to be…to be herself . Or whoever this wanton creature was. The panels of linen parted, and for the first time, her breasts were exposed to male eyes. Even in the dimness, she could see how swollen the tips were.

“Your breasts are even prettier than I imagined,” he said thickly. “In your fantasies, did I do this?”

When he cupped her aching mounds, she whimpered her answer. He hefted her breasts, lifting and pushing them together. When he grazed the straining peaks, she couldn’t stifle a moan.

“How about this?” He pinched a throbbing bud between finger and thumb. “Did you think about me touching these lovely nipples? Licking them?”

“Yes.”

She nearly protested when he stopped touching her. Then he brought his fingers to her lips.

“Lick them, sweetheart.”

She darted her tongue out and tentatively wetted his thick digits. The act felt shockingly provocative. Apparently, it aroused him too, for his manhood wedged against her bottom like an iron bar.

“Open up and take more of me,” he urged.

When he pushed his fingers into her mouth, she let him in. He thrust them in and out, every pass heightening her feverish need. She licked his invading digits the best she could, and when she felt the tips hooking her inner cheek, she instinctively sucked.

“Christ, you’re delightful,” he rasped. “I can’t wait to be inside this hot little mouth.”

Before she could puzzle out what he meant, he pulled out with a popping sound that made him groan. He palmed her breasts, rubbing the stiff nipples with his slick fingers. Sparks of pleasure traveled outward from her breasts, igniting her nerves and gathering between her thighs. Moaning, she let her head fall back against his shoulder.

“When you thought of me licking you here”—his hot words entered her ear—“did you get wet?”

Blood surging to her cheeks, she nodded.

“Are you wet now?”

He didn’t need an answer because he was unfastening her waistband and sliding his hand down her belly. When he touched her intimate cove, they both exhaled.

“What a good girl, so wet and ready for me,” he crooned. “Did you think about this, Gigi? Did you fantasize about me diddling your pussy and making you come?”

Since she hadn’t understood the concept of “diddling” until this moment, the answer was no. Yet desire was no longer a game but a burning need that threatened to consume her. All that mattered was how good he was making her feel, how necessary the pleasure was.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned.

“Like being frigged, do you, sweetheart?” His voice was dark and wicked, like temptation itself whispering in her ear. “Do you want to come?”

“ Yes. ”

Hooking her knees over his own, he spread her wider, exposing her fully to his touch. He found the hidden bud of her sensation, the slick sounds of his rubbing filling the carriage. As the flames raged out of control, she arched her back.

“Come for me, Gigi,” he growled. “All over my hand. Right now.”

With a gasp, she did.

Devil and damn, his passionate little nymph never did anything in half-measure. Feeling the slickness on her thighs, Conrad was harder than he’d ever been in his life. Bestial need took over, and he eased his limp treasure off his lap, laying her across the carriage bench. Going down on one knee—which wasn’t the easiest, given the stiff ridge in his trousers—he yanked off her boots and pants.

Gigi raised her head, looking at him with bliss-dazed eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“This,” he growled.

He buried his face in her pussy.

Gigi’s yelp of surprise melted into a moan as he hungrily licked up her cream. She was delicious—a dish he wanted to have every day for the rest of his life. Her smooth thighs quivered around his head as he ate her. She surrendered to the pleasure, gasping and clutching his hair. When he tongued her tight opening, pushing inside, he was rewarded with another squirt of ambrosia. He lapped greedily, and when he gauged she was ready, slid a finger inside her.

At the snugness of her passage, his forehead beaded with sweat.

By Jove, to bury my cock inside this perfect little hole ? —

“ Conrad. ” She came up on her elbows. “Are you certain you should be doing that?”

“You’re mine, inside and out,” he said hoarsely. “I want to know what your cunny feels like when you come.”

Before she could argue, he resumed eating her pussy. He focused on her pearl, and from her breathless cries, she appreciated his attentions. All the while, he moved his finger inside her, feeling her lushness and sweet pulses in his cock. Knowing she was close, he redoubled his efforts, determined to get his due. And, bloody hell, she gave it to him. Chanting his name, she gushed another climax, this one straight into his greedy mouth.

Randy beyond measure, Conrad staggered to his feet. He was so hard he could barely work his trousers off his hips. When his cock fell into his palm with a heavy smack, Gigi’s lips formed an enticing rosy ring.

A treat for another time, when I’m not about to explode like a steam engine.

Grabbing onto the carriage strap with one hand, he fisted his cock with the other. His fingers barely encircled his burgeoned shaft as he frigged himself.

“Can I, um, do anything?” Gigi whispered.

He ran a possessive gaze over her: his perfect nymph, wanton and lovely and sweet. Languid with pleasure that he, and no other man, had given her. She was his completely. And he had so much more to show her…

“Watch me, sweetheart,” he gritted out. “I’m going to come for you?—”

The climax gripped him by the stones, driving molten pressure up his shaft. He took aim, roaring as his seed spewed from him. She twitched as he marked her belly and thighs, crisscrossing her pristine skin with hot streaks, spending harder than he ever had in his life. Finally, shuddering and wrung dry, he dropped into the seat beside her. He dragged her close, tilting her head back to gaze into her eyes. They were bright and adoring, sparkling with newly discovered naughtiness.

“Are you all right?” he asked huskily.

“Quite.” Her smile was bashful. “But you’ve made a mess of me.”

“I did, didn’t I?”

As he ran a finger across her slippery thigh, primal satisfaction filled him. Instead of wiping his seed away, he rubbed it deeper into her skin. Feeling her shiver, he smiled.

“It’s only fair,” he said. “For from the moment we met, you’ve made a mess of me.”

After seeing Gigi back to her brother’s manor, Conrad told his driver to head home. In the darkest hour before dawn, he experienced a heady rush: everything was once again going his way. Gigi had forgiven him, and they’d shared a sizzling night of pleasure. She was going to be his…even if she hadn’t fully admitted the fact to herself. Before they parted, she’d asked him to delay making their courtship public.

“ Just until after Miss Letty’s opening gala ,” she’d promised. “ After Xenia saw us the last time, my brothers refused to let me return to the spa. I managed to change their minds, and I don’t want to jeopardize that before the opening. Will you wait until the spa is launched before making your suit known to my family? By then, my papa will be back, and you can speak to him directly. ”

He’d agreed to her reasonable request and made one in return. While he would refrain from making his courtship public, he wanted to continue their private rendezvous.

“ I want that too ,” she’d whispered.

She’d blushed, looking so shy and sweet that he’d burned to kiss her again. Knowing that he was tempting fate, he’d refrained and instead watched, heart pounding, as she nimbly ascended the tree to her bedchamber.

Yes, things were going as planned?—

“Oy! You’re driving too fast,” his driver yelled. “Get out of the way, you bounder?—”

Shoving aside the curtain, Conrad looked out the window and saw a dark shape approaching. A black carriage led by four black horses. Hooves thundered, and it picked up speed on the narrow road, coming straight at his carriage.

“What’s going on, Ainsley?” Conrad demanded.

“Bastard’s not slowing. Hold on, sir,” Ainsley shouted.

Conrad grabbed onto the carriage strap an instant before the impact. Terrified neighing filled his ears. The world rocked wildly and overturned, and he tumbled into darkness.