He had been riveted. Was still riveted. Oh, hell, hadn’t she just asked him a question?
It was only polite to answer it.
“The view was glorious,” he said dryly, giving up any attempt to hide his salacious interest. “And, yes, I thought the opera itself diverting.”
She smiled, looking nothing like the young ingénue he had married, but instead every inch an alluring, sensual woman. “If
I
can divert you in any way, please, fell free to indulge yourself.
Now
would be fine.”
In some deep part of his mind it was irksome that she knew how she had unsettled him, but that part was not in control at the moment. Another part of his body was now in charge.
He didn’t intend to move. After all, engaging in an indiscretion in a carriage was most undignified, but suddenly Colton did not care in the least. He reached over and scooped Brianna into his arms, settling back into his seat with her body draped across his lap. Lowering his head, he kissed her hungrily, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting every sweet corner. She responded with equal abandon, her arms wrapping around his neck, her slender, voluptuous body pressing against him. Not releasing her mouth, he eased the cloth from one shapely shoulder and her bared breast filled his hand with a soft, supple weight.
Perfect.
Everything faded. The clattering of the wheels of the vehicle as it rolled along the cobbled street, the warm evening . . . everything except the hard throbbing of his cock. He could hear her erratic breathing when he finally broke the kiss and slid his mouth down the graceful length of her neck, his lips lingering for a moment at the point where her pulse beat fast and light. Brianna made a small sound as his thumb circled the luscious crest of her pink nipple, her head falling back against his shoulder. “Colton . . . oh, yes.”
Her skin was soft, smooth, and infinitely female. His fingers deftly found the fastenings at the back of her gown, and it was around her waist in moments. Licking the enticing valley between her breasts, kissing her mounded flesh, sucking on her nipples until they were erect and tight, he could feel his lovely wife’s arousal in the way she clung to him and whispered his name.
The ducal carriage had nice wide seats, something he hadn’t particularly appreciated before. “I cannot believe I am doing this but God help me, Brianna, I have to have you now,” he said raggedly, laying her down on the seat.
“I want you too.” Her hair had loosened and it framed her face in a silken tumble, her shoulders ivory in the dim light, her naked breasts tight and quivering with the motion of the vehicle. He thought he would cease to breathe when she reached down to pull up her skirts above her waist, baring long, lovely legs in their silk stockings and garters. Her pubic hair was a small golden triangle between her white thighs, and as he discarded his coat and unfastened his breeches, she parted her legs in graphic erotic invitation.
So hot with urgent need that he felt like he might combust at any moment, Colton accepted gladly, jerking at the fastenings of his breeches. Freeing his pulsing erection, he lowered himself over his wife’s sprawled, half-dressed body, adjusting himself between her open thighs. One hand braced on the upholstered seat, he guided his rigid cock to her entrance, finding her wet and accommodating to his penetration. Brianna clutched his shoulders as he thrust inside her body, a low moan coming from her throat.
It was so good, he thought in feverish pleasure, not even bothering to caution her to be quiet. The idea of his driver overhearing them make love would normally have appalled him, but at that moment, he just didn’t care. Withdrawing, he pushed back inside her tight passage with long strokes, the pumping of his lower body matching the swaying motion of the carriage.
Brianna arched to meet him, her hips lifting for each penetration, her eyes shut, long lashes dark against her flushed cheeks. The sharp bite of her fingernails through the fine lawn of his shirt increased as the rhythm escalated, and Colton was startled to realize she was going to climax so quickly, without any other stimulation. A muffled scream rang out as she arched frantically and her inner muscles began to ripple and tighten.
It sent him right over the edge. Pushing deep, he erupted with such intensity that his body shook even though he held himself still, the rapture taking him prisoner, holding him as he flooded her with his seed and groaned her name.
When he could finally breathe again, he registered two things: The first was that his gorgeous wife smiled up at him in a way that could be described only as triumphant. The second was that the vehicle they occupied in a state of scandalous near-undress was coming to a halt.
“Damnation,” Colton muttered in disbelief. Had he actually just ravished his wife in a moving carriage like some randy adolescent?