Page 18 of Wallflower Gone Wild
“Do be careful out here, Meriweather, anyone could discover you.” Richmore called after him.
Mac sighed in relief when he reached the cast iron bridge over the canal. The moon was bright in the sky, lighting his way as he searched for Letty. That particular part of the gardens was devoid of lanterns.
“Letty,” he whispered in the dark, not seeing her anywhere.
A lone garter—the exact replica to the one he currently had in his possession—lay on the bridge. Picking it up, he listened closely, anticipation coursing through his blood as he spotted something bright on the lawn ahead of him. Pushing his long limbs into a light run, he reached a lone glove, bending to pick it up.
“Letty, you’re going to be in trouble when I find you,” he said to the night, squinting his eyes, trying to see properly.
His cock jerked in his trousers, the game exciting him more than he ever thought possible. Strolling deeper into the maze, not hearing a sound, another glove lay draped over a perfectly manicured bush. This one was purposely pointing deeper into the gardens. Mac took the glove in his hand, his feet automatically leading him in that direction. A sheer fichu lay only a few meters away, and Mac added it to the pile of clothing in his overflowing hands.
Gazing around he spotted a thin petticoat in the center of a half circle of shrubbery and trees. Licking his lips, he reached the petticoat, his body so aroused by the little game of chase that he could barely bend to pick it up. The thin garment hung on his fingertips as he stalked each corner like a predator looking for his next meal.
A girlish giggle caught his attention, and he whipped around to find his temptress standing across from him, hidden between two large shrubberies.
She dazzled in the moonlight, a purple gown clinging wickedly to her thin but curvaceous frame. Her wild curls were piled high at the top of her head, that long delicious neck of hers on display, as the swell of her breasts peeped out from her exposed bodice.
Dropping the garments, he reached her in two long strides, pulling her into his arms and claiming her mouth with his.
Mac was fully aware that there was much for them to discuss, but he couldn’t have pulled himself away from her if the Prince Regent himself had demanded it.
“You want me to take you right here in the garden, so that anyone can see us? Is that what you want, temptress?” he asked, unable to hide the bite of command in his voice.
“Yes,” she cried, as his lips traveled down her neck to the swell of her breast, his lips caressing the sensitive flesh.
Dragging her bodice down, he freed the most perfect pair of round breasts he had ever imagined. The dark-brown nipples were begging for him to take them into his mouth and worship them.
She was driving him absolutely mad; he tightened his grip around her waist, closing the small amount of space between them. From the moment he tasted her, he knew he would crave her for the rest of his life. Trying to deny their connection was futile.
“Mac, please,” she begged him so sweetly, pressing into his hard member.
Damn it! The traitorous flesh pulsed in his trousers, demanding relief.
“I’m not going take you here in the gardens like a courtesan. The first time I have you full of my cock, it won’t be in Vauxhall where anyone could interrupt us.” He swirled his tongue around her nipples, and a whimper poured from her swollen lips. “No, the first time I fill that sweet little cunny of yours, there will be no one around but the two of us, and I will have you screaming in ecstasy.”
His free hand caressed her other breast as his hungry mouth sucked on her taut nipple. Swirling his tongue around the flesh, he suckled it, enjoying the tremble in her body as she bent backwards, offering herself to him like a sacrifice.
It was taking everything in him not to throw her to the ground and prove to her that they were meant to be together forever.
“I want to touch you. To feel you in my hands,” Letty said, her trembling hands pulling at the flap of his trousers.
Bloody hell, she was going ruin him.
Mac bit the sensitive flesh of her nipple gently, causing Letty to release a wanton moan from her sweet lips.
Delicate hands slipped inside his trousers, wrapping around his cock.
Releasing her nipple, Mac pressed his head against her chest, panting like he’d swum several laps in the Thames. His body quivered like it was his first time with a woman.
He groaned as her tentative fingers traced up and down his rod, circling the swollen head. Taking a hand full of her hair, curls fell down to her shoulders. He pulled her to him, his mouth ravishing hers in a searing kiss. “Letty?—”
She closed her hand around the sensitive head of his cock, squeezing and exploring.
“I want you to take me, Mac,” she said, before tracing his bottom lip with her tongue.
Closing his eyes, Mac fought with himself. He needed to confess everything to her first.
Begrudgingly he removed her hand from his trousers before stepping away from her. Righting her clothing first, he ignored the frantic beating of his heart, and the ill feeling building in his abdomen.