The Heiress by Lynsay Sands Page A

completely still as his fingers found the hot, wet center of her. When he began to run his fingers over and around the excited nub there, she began to move again, her hips shifting in time with his caress, rubbing against his erection with each shift.
    “Oh Daniel,” she gasped, tearing her mouth from his. “I can’t— Please—”
    “Shhh,” he murmured gently, turning his lips to her ear and sucking the lobe into his mouth as he spread his legs a little. The shift allowed her to slide a little lower between them, making her rub more firmly against his erection as she reacted to his caresses.
    “Ohhh,” Suzette moaned, using the one foot she had on the floor to push into his touch.
    “Yes,” he encouraged, releasing her lobe and then shifting the arm at her waist to ease her back enough that he could look upon her bared breasts. It was his first real view of them and he drank them in as his fingers continued to slide over and around her slick center. She was stretched across his lap, arching, twisting and vibrating on top of him in a way that made him ache with need, and he wished like hell that he could mount her right there in the carriage. But Daniel wasn’t so far gone that he would deflower an innocent that way, if at all, so he ground his teeth together and ignored that urge.
    Suzette took him completely by surprise when she suddenly turned her head toward him and bit his chest. His undone vest and coat were gaping now, leaving most of his chest bare, and her teeth sank into his skin without impediment. It was the only thing she could reach and it wasn’t a bad bite, just a frustrated nip as her need built. It startled a breathless laugh from him though, and then she found his nipple and nipped at that and his laughter died on surprise at the pleasure that sent through him. Daniel had been with a lot of women over the years, but not one had ever paid attention to his chest. Not that he’d ever expected them to. He hadn’t realized it could be enjoyable, but it appeared it could be. Certainly, she was drawing pleasure from him with her attention, so he was disappointed when she suddenly stopped and shifted violently into his hand as she groaned.
    “Daniel, I want you,” she complained, squeezing his hand tightly and pressing it more firmly against the swollen flesh he was caressing.
    “What do you want?” he asked, sure she would blush and shyly retreat from answering.
    Instead, Suzette released his hand to pull his head down for a kiss and then whispered urgently, “I don’t care if it hurts the first time. I need you. I want your maypole inside me.”
    “My what?” he gasped with amused amazement and pulled back to peer at her.
    Suzette growled with frustration and suddenly shifted further to the edge of his knees so that she could reach between them and press her hand against his burgeoning erection. “This.”
    Daniel’s amusement died an abrupt death at the bold touch and then he groaned and closed his eyes as she squeezed him. He wasn’t aware of her fiddling with his knee breeches, but suddenly the cloth fell open and she was clasping him in her hand. His eyes popped open as she ran her hand the length of the shaft and he growled, “Where the devil did you learn that?”
    “I read,” she whispered and ran her hand his length again.
    Daniel caught her head in his hand and held it in place as he kissed her, unable to resist doing so as she brought him to full, aching attention. Suzette kissed him eagerly back, but continued her clumsy caress, driving every honorable thought he had right out of his poor passion-soaked head. In the next moment, Daniel was shifting them, lifting and turning her so that she now sat on the edge of the bench seat and he knelt on the carriage floor before her, his erection eager to bury itself inside her heat.
    “Yes,” Suzette breathed, spreading her legs wider for him so that he could move between them. The moment he did, she released her hold on his