Regency Rogues Omnibus (46 page)

“Tell me what to do,” he murmured tightly, swaying his body slightly and hugging her with small embraces over and over as she wept against the side of his neck.

In the end, he began to realize that time was the beginning of the cure. She needed the time to sob her fear out and wash away the terrorized abuse. He could only hold her and with his solid presence alone to assure her of her safety. The question as to whether she could be a spy of some sort or not was still unresolved, yet certainly one step closer to the, “nay,” category. However, in the issue about possible nefarious intentions of waylaying his coach, that had been solved clearly in his mind.

So clearly, that if it was not for Nia’s ravished state of being, he would himself, take the too brazen, too eccentric, and too foolish a lady over his knee for a lesson bearing spanking about her outrageous antics. She was completely and likely a madcap original, but the events had proven that she was not an assassin or a kidnapper.

He still might spank her,
he thought somewhat angrily, so she could not sit down properly for a week. Of course, after she was recovered. Who would ever think of such an extravagant way to entice a man? Someone’s outrageously creative, he thought immediately, yet someone naive in the risks. She had nearly gotten him shot more seriously than just the graze to his temple, and she too had nearly gotten herself ravished.

He discovered that when holding a hysterically sobbing woman in his arms, it helped his continued manly bearing from collapsing, if he contemplated deeply the spanking of his lady’s lovely bottom. Distraction was the key. Until . . . well. Until she melted into you, throwing her arms around you finally, and hiccupping your name in gratitude for saving her. Yes . . . then he forgot all about spanking. For the moment.

Feelings of safety and the comfort of warm strength were all that Nia could command in the way of semi-coherent thoughts as her tear-stained lips nuzzled the side of Radford’s neck. She was limp and flexible after the torrential venting of her emotions. To be so afraid one moment, and then to wake from the nightmare into the embrace of rescue and safety, was deliverance. Gratitude and relief beyond measure for her rescue filled the crying aftereffects of her numbness. She hiccupped against Radford’s throat and he buried his fingers deeper into her hair with his fingers beginning to gently stroke her scalp on the back of her head. She wanted to crawl inside him. She wanted to be him, to be a man with the inherent strength that came with that.

She murmured his name then, with her lips brushing and catching gently on his warm flesh. She was so silly. How could she ever want to be anything but a woman in Radford’s arms, and then she realized that her coherent thoughts were returning. They were idle and drifting thoughts, yet comprehensible.

She barely knew Radford, and she wondered how she could feel so close to him, so much a part of him, or perhaps it was so much in tuned with him. Yet, somehow, in some way, an inner part of her sensed the pieces fitting together exactly as they were meant to be. She completely believed in fate. The abundance of bursting creativity inside her desperately needed its faithful existence. And if ever it was just an extraordinary coincidence of events that transpired around her, she would never admit it, yet she would compel those occurrences into the region that had to be fate.

Like now.
Exactly like how she and Radford had been fatefully thrown together. And that is why it felt so natural. Because it was meant to be for this moment. One fateful moment might lead to two or three, but what mattered was
this
fateful moment. A moment that was completely outside her manipulations and planning. It was wholly unrehearsed or coerced, and she realized that she had the deep assurance inside her that Radford was acting out of natural occurrence now and not her manipulations.

She was surprised how much that affected her and how much that she craved it. She also was so grateful that he was intelligent enough to realize that her silly ploy had gone so wrong and she was endangered because of it. Or perhaps, he had simply been furiously following her to extract his angry reprisal from her? Yet, his honor had leaped forth, no matter which impetus, and when he’d seen her in danger, he had saved her. No one had ever stood stronger for her before

“Better, sweetheart?” Radford’s voice was low and concerned, and the heat of his breath lightly lifted tangles of her hair falling about them.

Nia sniffed loudly, nodding against the crook of his neck. She felt his lean muscular body shifting slightly, then his hand lifted up with a white linen handkerchief. She uncurled one arm from its fetal position in front of her and grasped the handkerchief.

“T-Thank you,” she mumbled with her voice cracking. She felt rather than saw his small smile as she brought the handkerchief to her nose. It was then she realized that she still had her mask on. It was askew, but still covered her upper face, except for her eyes. However, its crooked position hindered her from blowing her nose, so she reached to adjust it.

Radford’s hand brushed her hand with the same movement. “Let’s remove this, Nia. It will be easier for you.”

“No, I...” she exclaimed softly, pressing his hand to stop him from removing it. But of course she could not have stopped him, if he had not halted. He looked intensely at her, deeply into her eyes, but without visible emotion. “I cannot,” she exclaimed with heartfelt dismay.

Radford’s depth-filled gaze continued for a long moment, before he sighed, relaxing some of the tension she could feel in his body, as he murmured, “As you wish, cherie.” He lifted his hand and then he cupped her cheek gently with his thumb rising to brush her bottom lip slowly. He gazed at her thoughtfully now. “I do not want you to be afraid. Not of me, cherie.”

If she had any tears left, they would have welled into her eyes again as her features formed a stricken appearance. “I am not afraid of you, Radford.” Her words insisted this on the texture of his thumb stroking her so intimately. He was so handsome with his eye patch, shadowed jaw, and one clear crystal blue eye, whose gaze entranced her. A handsome rogue.

Her arms were around his strong square shoulders. They were so close to each other she could feel his lean muscular body everywhere. His forearm was bare that lifted his thumb to soothe her lips and chin lightly. The cuff of his shirt had been ripped somehow in the scuffles. The movement of his arms shifted as he reached to brush his thumb over her cheek and suddenly his forearm rubbed over the tip of her nipple. She gasped softly at the surprise twinge of pleasure, as they naturally both looked downward.

Nia saw her nipple peak immediately like a small lengthening post with a tightening rosy bead on the very tip. That taunt little bead pressed boldly into the flesh of Radford’s forearm. Immediately, she felt Radford’s cock slowly beginning to stiffen against her bottom. His hand was moving from her cheek to her shoulder, where it caressed her, then stiffened, then it stilled. “I need to get you out of here,” he said suddenly.

The import of his words instantly seized her, even as she was responding with an emotionally charged impulse. If she had been further away from Radford, it would have been a leap, yet as close as they were, it was frantic snatching. Her arms reached further around him as the front of her upper body turned more closely into his chest. She cried his name with soft urgency. If they were to leave now, everything would change and her delicate balance could not sustain that. To her it felt as though she might lose him, if she were to let him lift her and carry her away. The need inside her was not logical, but pure. It was born out of her gratefulness that he had saved her, out of her deep attraction for him, and out of her urgent feminine desires that held no rationality. The desperate sound of Radford’s name leaving her lips reverberated in the small heated space between them, just before her lips touched his lips seeking a frantic kiss.

Chapter Ten

“Nia.”

Radford tangled his fingers into Nia’s hair, reacting with an unthinking male instinct as he pressed the back of her head to pressure her wild kisses beneath his lips. She tasted of woman, hot and sexual, ripened with fertile needs. She was wicked honey, naughty and full-bodied. His lips caught her impetuous need and together they formed abandon. Kissing fast and uninhibited. He fed on her mouth and she fed on his, while their bodies responded without restraint. Nia’s so exuberantly that she undulated against him with a clear chorus of desire.

Her soft curves arched with demand against his body and she pushed him back by his shoulders as though to command him. Under the force of her eager passion, he yielded, stretching his back against the tree as she rose up to turn and crawl over him. Their kissing continued uncontrolled and nearly frantic as she straddled his lap, and he turned her seeking lips forcefully beneath his by the leverage of his hands tunneled into her hair.

Their passionate fight for control began then, each one dominating for moments, then becoming conquered the next. It rocked their bodies with urgency, as he tugged her hair, arching her throat to his mouth, while she snared her fingers into his shirt twisting it open. Together they were in a tempest of arousal with one stormy destination intertwined in both their minds. Material ripped as impatiently, Nia bared his chest, while his teeth grazed her throat. Winning sounds of victory and passion issued forth from her throat as her fingers and nails found the wide expanse of his chest. She stroked him as though each touch was pleasure that was incomparable as he licked her creamy flesh down to her pillowed cleavage.

The impression of her torrid pussy rocked over the hardness of his cock beneath his pants. He could feel the dampness of her love soaking the material as his tongue lapped over the inner curve of her left breast toward the peak of her aroused nipple. His hands left her hair and stroked down the undulating curve of her spine. Her skin so soft and creamy, tantalizing his finger pads, until he cupped the womanly plumpness of her ass into his hands. He squeezed, feeling the pliable yet firm flesh, just as he nibbled on the tip of her nipple.

“Radford!”

Nia’s cry was passionate and thrilling as her hips swayed more rapidly from front to back, rubbing his cock more densely with her cunt. He lashed her nipple harder with his tongue, and then he nipped it once again to her cry of ardent passion.
He had to feel her bare cunt on him
. He played wickedly with her nipples back and forth as he reached downward to the buttons on his pants.

“Oh,”
Nia cried, throwing her head back, riding over his cock ever faster as he tore his pants open, ripping them. From one second to the next, cloth covered his cock, then his thick shaft was naked with Nia’s hot and wet pussy smearing over its throbbing shape.

They both moaned nearly mindlessly as he grabbed her ass, with his mouth full of her nipple and he pulled her thighs open from behind. Nia’s cunt lips, riding up and down his cock, spread open and the hot honey of her vicarious arousal wet his cock with her movements from the head to the base. Then back up the shaft she rubbed her pussy deep and when she reached the head, he suddenly held her there by his hands squeezing her ass.

She whimpered, struggling with him over his cock, demanding with her body for more movement. “Radford,” she cried. Then, he bit her nipple and he lifted his hips pushing the slit on the head of his cock right over her tightly swollen love button.

“Oh
love!” she cried at the same moment he groaned with a shudder running through him. He did not stop, but raised and lowered his hips again and again, striking the head of his cock over her love bud and drenching it with his copiously leaking seed.

They were sticky and hot together, wild in their movements, when suddenly Nia pushed on his chest urgently. Her breasts lifted away from his mouth and she crawled backward with his hands sliding up her spine. It happens so quickly and so spontaneously that he only had time to feel her hair cascading lushly down his chest. Then, her mouth was pressing over the head of his cock with her hand firmly gripping the base.

The groan that left his chest was stunned and uncontrolled. He was felled. A complete prisoner to her mouth in that moment.
Christ,
it was not that he had never had his cock sucked before. Yet, it was only a rare pleasure enjoyed a few times with a good whore. He certainly never expected it to happen now.
Or
from a lady. Ladies just did not . . . he did not think that ladies would do this.

“Nia.”
God, his hips rose mindlessly to the suction of Nia’s hot and saturating mouth. He could feel her lips stretching tight to his girth as her hand stroked the base tightly, up and down, and her tongue suckled wildly on the shaft. Unknowingly, he found his hand on the top of her head pushing downward as he raised his hips thrusting his cock into the grip of her sweet mouth.

Somehow he found the strength to try and think to stop that, even as he fucked her mouth again deeply. Yet, it was then that he felt her moaning. The vibration of it thrumming through his cock, over the head, vibrating the slit, bowing his body upward with feverish pleasure.
Judas
, was he simply mindless with pleasure or did she enjoy it? God help him, he was too stricken in pleasure to think clearly and heedlessly he pressured her head downward over and over his upward thrusting cock. Her mouth yielded, more and more to his mass, until the back of her throat suckled tight over the head with each plunging stroke.