Lady Sophia's Lover (Bow Street Runners #2)(60)



“I can’t,” Sophia said, her voice muffled. “The thought of facing everyone…”

The sheet was inexorably pulled away, although Ross had to forcibly uncurl her fingers from the handfuls of white linen. “You don’t have to face anyone,” he told her. “We’ll just stay here all day.”

She frowned up at him. “I wish you would be serious!”

A chuckle stirred in his throat. “I am serious,” he told her, and she wriggled impatiently beneath him.

“Ross, we must rise now!”

“I’ve already risen,” he assured her, bringing her hand to the turgid length of his erection.

She gasped and jerked her fingers away. “If you think I’m going to do that with you now, in broad daylight, while everyone knows we’re up here—”

He gave a suggestive laugh and spread her beneath him.

“Do be quiet!” Sophia whispered sharply, managing to flip over and crawl to the edge of the bed. “Someone will hear—oh!” She gasped as she felt the playful nip of his teeth on her right buttock.

Catching her by the waist, Ross dragged her backward and began to kiss the na**d length of her spine, starting at the small of her back and working his way upward.

“I am sore,” she protested, although a ripple of pleasure went through her body when he nibbled at a sensitive place beneath her shoulder blades.

Levering himself higher, he whispered at the nape of her neck, “I’ll be gentle. Just once more, Sophia.”

The feel of his mouth made her shiver weakly. “I… I hope this isn’t usual for you. Three times last night, and again this morning… it won’t be like this all the time, will it?”

“No.” He pushed a pillow beneath her h*ps to angle them higher. “I’ve just been deprived for a while. Eventually I’ll have my fill, and slow down to once a night.”

“How long is ‘eventually’?” she asked, and he laughed softly.

Her cheek pressed against the mattress and her eyes closed. “Ross,” she moaned, flinching as he slid two fingers into her swollen sheath. He became even more gentle, his fingers barely moving while they remained deep inside her. His lips wandered from her neck to the side of her throat, his kisses as light as butterfly wings, his warm breath fanning on her skin in a way that made her shiver. The sensations gathered and intensified, until Sophia released a whimpering breath and tried to turn over.

“Don’t move.” His hot whisper collected in the shell of her ear.

“But I want you,” Sophia said, writhing as his fingers eased further inside. It was torture to lie pinned there with his weight poised above her, feeling the teasing brush of his chest hair against her back. The tip of his tongue ventured into the hollow behind her earlobe, and she writhed and groaned, her inner muscles clenching hungrily around his knuckle. Her empty hands grasped for purchase, found the edge of the mattress, and clutched until her fingers turned white.

Suddenly she felt his legs push between hers. “Open your thighs,” Ross murmured. “Wider… yes, sweet, sweet…”

His fingers withdrew and the head of his shaft eased forward. The hard length of him filled her completely, while his hands pulled her h*ps even higher, adjusting the fit with meticulous care. Once inside her, he barely thrust at all, just held himself deep and tight while his hand slipped beneath her body. Searching the moist curls between her thighs, he found the nub that throbbed so eagerly.

He moved in deep nudges that corresponded to the caress of his fingers, refusing to give her the long thrusts she craved. His restraint made her wild. Burying her face in the mattress, she smothered her involuntary cries as her h*ps churned upward. Heat curled in her abdomen and radiated outward in hectic ripples. Every part of her being was focused on the place where he joined her, the thick pulsing organ that pleasured her until her senses were spurred into an ecstatic explosion.

The shuddering contractions wrapped around his sex, and Ross groaned loudly against her back, letting the cl**ax flow over him, drain and deliver him. Breathing hard, he hung over her until his arms trembled. Collapsing onto his side, he kept her with him, still enclosed in the depths of her body. Bathed in sunshine, they lay amid the tangled sex-scented bedclothes.

A long time passed before Ross spoke. “I’m going to send for a bath. We both need one.”

Sophia turned and buried her face against his hairy chest. “At this rate, we’ll be here all day,” she muttered ruefully.

“I can only hope so,” he replied, tilting her face upward with his fingers to steal another kiss.

To Sophia’s surprise, the employees at Bow Street strove to pretend that nothing unusual had happened. No one was quite able to meet her eyes, and it was clear that they were all bursting with curiosity. However, their collective respect for Ross—not to mention the fear of risking his wrath—kept them from uttering even one word about the fact that Sophia had obviously shared his bed.

♦ Mr. Vickery was given the task of finding any mention of John Sydney in the court records dating beyond ten years earlier, although Ross did not explain any particulars of the request to him. The process was a laborious one, requiring the clerk to scrutinize page after page of faded notes, and he would probably need several days to peruse all the necessary records. “Sir Ross,” Vickery remarked with a great deal of interest, “one can’t help but notice the last name of the defendant. May I know if he was related in some manner to Miss Sydney?”

Lisa Kleypas's Books