Bold Seduction (10 page)

Spence’s cock and his heart throbbed in unison as if one entity. Maybe they were. Perhaps certain men could separate emotions from the act of sex, but his instincts told him he could not. He would not even try tonight, because he wanted to feel everything, every moan, every slide of their bodies, and every beat of their hearts.

Phil slipped into her room and returned waving a small cloth bag.

“Sheaths,” she murmured, giving him a shy smile.

Of course, he had heard of them. Again his inexperience showed in his lack of responsibility for avoiding pregnancy, or as his brothers mentioned, “carnal infections.”

“No man has been near me for three years, but even before, I insisted the men be cloaked in a sheath,” she explained.

A sharp pain tore through his heart.
How many men?
In all honesty, he did not care to know. With little knowledge of women and sex, he could allow her statement to make him feel insignificant, another inexperienced man in a long line of customers. But deep down he knew that was not the case between them. They were not a prostitute and her client. Real emotion lay between them. How far and how deep it went? The time had arrived to investigate the possibilities.

They stood before each other. The room’s warmth made him thankful he had lit the fire before going downstairs to dinner. Before they departed the dining room, Spence had placed the screen in front of the hearth. He assured Phil they would eat more at a later time in the evening as he planned on working up an appetite.

Spence cupped her cheeks. Beautiful. Gazing into her eyes, he read doubt. If she looked deep enough, she would see it in his as well. Her admission that she had never received any enjoyment from it should have him worrying further about his upcoming performance. All it did was make him more determined to give her as much pleasure as she could stand. He kissed her forehead, a chaste kiss, but one to calm and reassure her. And perhaps boost his own confidence. With her back to him, he moved his hands to her bare shoulders and down her arms. A whisper of a sigh escaped her lips, and she leaned against his chest. Spence embraced her and rested his head on her shoulder, then laid hot kisses on her neck and across her exposed shoulder blades.

Stepping back, he smiled at the long, vertical row of silk covered buttons. How did she manage it without assistance? This would take several minutes and he would savor it. He unbuttoned them one at a time, leaving a kiss on her shoulder and back with each one.

“Tell me, Spence,” she said breathlessly. “What position would you like to try?”

He halted. A good question. “What you described before breakfast. Laying me flat on the bed while you plunge down on my hard cock.” How amazing that with her, he could reveal even his well hidden desires. And they did burn with an almighty flame.

“Oh. Bloody hell. Can you hurry along with those buttons?” she demanded.

He laughed, but did not rush. When he reached the last one, the gown pooled at her feet in a silken puddle. A desirous groan left his throat before he could stop it. She wore a burgundy corset that matched the shade of the gown. Lace and small bows decorated it along the neckline and down the sides. Matching sheer stockings completed the look. The corset hooked in the front and pushed her glorious breasts together in invitation. He fell to his knees, how could he not? She was a goddess, and how he yearned to worship her. No petticoats or chemise, they were not needed. She kicked off her slippers. Her feet were small and delicate with an attractive arch. Spence moved his hands up her legs, reveling in the silky feel of the stockings.

Phil moaned and placed one leg over his shoulder. Dear God. The corset had no barrier. She lay open for him. He curled his arm about her leg to hold her steady. A voice inside his head spurned him forward,
kiss and lick every part of her sweet, juicy cunny.
The first few licks were tentative and hesitant as he had no clue how to do this. Perhaps if he sucked on that hard little nub he found before. How delicious. No wonder Tremain enjoyed this. Banishing his doubt, he dove in and his tongue plunged into the heat of her. He moved it in and out, thrusting with gusto.

“Spence!” she cried. “More!”

Her joyous demand fueled his passion. He found the nub, bit it gently, then flicked his tongue across it at a quick pace. Phil tunneled her hand through his hair, grabbed a fistful, and pulled with each moan. Her breathing grew shallow and ragged as she neared her peak. Spence glanced up. With her head thrown back and her eyes closed in ecstasy, she screamed his name. Her passionate response encouraged him to continue, her husky moans demanded it. They locked gazes, and the intense desire in her eyes shot straight to his soul. By God, he was aroused. Licking his lips, he tasted her afresh. Sweet like white wine, enticing as a lush decadent dessert. Phil lowered her leg and cried out. Bracing his hands on her slim waist, he pushed himself to his feet and gathered her into his embrace as she shuddered and shook with her release. His heart soared as he closed his eyes and rode the wave of desire with her. Stunning.

“Spence,” she whispered breathlessly. “I’ve never…hell. Thank you.”

He held her tight to his heart. She was everything warm and sweet. With one exhale, she stepped back and reached for his cravat, then slowly divested him of his waistcoat and shirt. Laying her hands flat against his bare chest, they both moaned at the same time.

“I have never wanted a man as I do you, Spence. Do you find that hard to believe? A jaded whore who prided herself on feeling nothing, came apart under your tongue.”

He cupped her face, tilting it up to meet his gaze. “Do not refer to yourself as a whore ever again, not in my hearing. You are my Phil. Mine,” he said fiercely, then kissed her hard, possessing and claiming her. A slight pause, then she met his kiss. They moved toward the bed, not breaking the heated connection between them.

At last, Phil reached for the fall of his trousers. He kicked off his shoes. With a swift jerk, she pulled the garments to the floor, and he stepped out of them, then kicked the clothes aside. Exposed and vulnerable he stood before her. He also ached for
her
, not only his naked body, but his heart and soul. The physical evidence of his desire was not hard to miss, and he did not bother to hide the emotions rolling through him. Lust, desire, a passion so overwhelming it caused him to tremble. The soft brush of her fingers explored his stomach, following the curve of his hipbones to grip his rigid shaft.

A few strokes, then Phil led him to the bed and motioned for him to lie down. His gaze remained firmly on her, watching in fascination and curiosity as she fit a sheath over his hardness. Straddling his hips, Phil unhooked her corset enough to allow her ample breasts to spill out. She leaned down, her wet core caressing his cock as she teased him. Squeezing her tits together, she rubbed her nipples until he replied to the sensual sight with a husky groan. This time he would not deny the pleasure she offered.

He pulled her toward him and clamped his mouth on the pebbled nub on her breast. Phil immediately shuddered, whispering words of encouragement. He feasted on one, then the other, and unknown sensations tore through him, which hardened his prick further. Phil clasped his cock and rose up above it.

“Yes, do it.” He nodded.

Slowly she lowered herself. Wet heat encased him. He held her hips and ached to raise his. Instead he waited and allowed her to take the lead. Fully seated, she splayed her hands on his chest and sat perfectly still. “Feel that? We are joined together. I can feel the beat of your heart between my legs.” Phil smiled.

He never knew, had no idea anything could feel this earth-shattering. Perhaps he denied himself carnal pleasures in his past, but it had been worth it to experience this and be here with her. In this moment, filling her, Spence knew he would never want any other woman
but
her. His heart swelled with a poignant tenderness and the knowledge he wished to stay like this forever. As she said, joined together. Hearts beating as one. Yes, only Phil could satisfy his heart, body, and mind. God, it felt glorious. Phil moved her hips slightly, but he held her still.

“Wait. Let me…savor. Remember.” He closed his eyes and allowed himself to become completely lost in the complex but potent emotions rolling through him. The intense feelings threatened to overcome him, but he fought them back. He would sort through them at a later time. For now, he wanted only to be inside her. “Ride me,” he demanded, recalling her words from earlier this morning.

Phil gave him a sensual smile and rocked her hips forward, causing him to moan in surrender. His hands could not stay still as they roamed all over her body. They tunneled through her long black-as-midnight hair, down to pinch her nipples, then back into her hair as she rode him with wild abandon. She explored every inch of skin on his torso. Faster she moved, tilting forward slightly to change the angle.

The pressure built, it would not take him long. He willed back his release as he wished for her to reach her peak first. Spence couldn’t stay still. He lifted his hips, thrusting upward with each slide of her naked skin.

“Talk to me, Spence. Seduce me with your voice. I beg you.”

“God, you are so tight, clasping and embracing me. Have you any idea what you do to me?” he rasped. “How much you…” Tread carefully, the voice inside his head whispered. Do not reveal your deepest longings. Not yet. “Move me.” He slapped her ass, not too hard, but enough to cause her eyes to widen in surprise. “Faster. Come for me.”

She did. Both of them were covered in perspiration from their exertions. Sitting upright, he clasped the nape of her neck and kissed her deeply, then trailed his lips to her breast and sucked. That seemed to do it. Phil cried out and froze in place as her inner muscles clutched him hard. Her climax rolled over him and joined his.

“Damn!” he yelled as his release pumped into the sheath. They held each other, shaking with spent passion. When he at last caught his breath, he lay on the bed and brought her with him. They were still joined. God in heaven, how he wished they could stay like this for all eternity. Could it be possible? No. Not at all, and his heart contracted in pain at the thought. In a couple of days she would leave, and that prospect filled him with despair.

How is it in more than fifteen years, she never once experienced anything close to this? Did she hold herself back in those other instances? Yes, to a point. Phil became skilled at erecting barriers between pleasure and a contract to be filled. After many long talks with the other girls, she found quite a few of them shared her sentiment. A rare one or two of the ladies truly enjoyed their tasks regardless of what man, but most? Sex became a chore, like washing dirty laundry. A necessity to procure coin in order to live.

Now that she experienced such unfettered bliss with Spence, how could she ever return to the only life she knew? Not that she plied her wares any longer, the business of running the brothel kept her very busy. She certainly did not miss the couplings. However, she would miss this. Miss
him
. Phil exhaled. No. She would not become maudlin. This short interlude could not be a lasting thing, and she would not dwell on their upcoming parting. She snuggled in closer, her nose nuzzling the strong column of his neck. He smelled lovely, even with the musky scent of sex hanging between them.

“Oh, Professor. As I surmised you’re an amazing lover,” she whispered huskily.

He laughed, the deep rumble reverberating in his chest. “I thank you for the kind words. I passed muster then for my first try?”

Though his voice teased, the tone vibrated with a poignant vulnerability. Phil kissed his cheek. “More than passed. Excelled even.”

He hugged her closer. “Any chance we can have another go?”

“Insatiable man. Rest for a bit. Actually, I am quite thirsty. Maybe a little food…”

Spence jumped to his feet. “Say no more. I shall ventured forth and obtain what we need.” He tore off the sheath and tossed it in the nearby basket, then stepped into his trousers.

Phil chuckled at his light-hearted mood, rolled over on her stomach, and leaned on an elbow. “You will find the wine and glasses on the counter in the kitchen. The tray is in the dining room as you will need it to bring us up a meal. Oh, do you know where the root cellar is?” He nodded. “Place the leftover food there to keep it from spoiling.”

Spence gave her a stunning smile. “Any other orders, my queen?”

She dismissed him airily with her hand. “I cannot think of anything at this moment, but I will let you know if I do.”

His laughter followed him out the door. Then he hummed
God Save the Queen
as he descended the stairs. Oh damn, how adorable. She did not lie or exaggerate at all when she stated he was an amazing lover. For his first try he certainly deserved a medal. The fact he would only improve saddened her as she would not be around to observe his progress.

Lord Spencer Hornsby was not perfect in either looks or temperament. But on this night, the last one of 1881, he came as close to utter flawlessness as a man could achieve. With a stretch of her arms, she rolled out of bed. After stirring the embers to life in the fireplace, she walked to the basin, cleaned up, and fastened the hooks on her corset. She crawled back onto the bed, tunneling under the plush quilt.

A few minutes later, Spence entered, carrying a tray with wine and food. Every woman should be waited on by such a man. How dangerously sexy and disheveled he appeared standing there shirtless, his trousers hanging low on his slim, muscular hips with his tousled golden-brown hair and his blue eyes shimmering with life and passion. A stab of yearning tore through her as she realized how she wanted a loving, caring man to wait on her, see to her every need, and hold her close when she required comfort and warmth. Shaking away the unrealistic fantasies, she gave him a tremulous smile.

Returning it, he placed the tray on the bed. “I believe we should ring in the new year now, this very minute.” He glanced at the mantel clock. “It is ten o’clock, close enough for a celebration.”