What a Reckless Rogue Needs (The Sinful Scoundrels, #2)(75)

“We will have to leave soon,” he said.

“I wish we could stay.”

“You will think me greedy,” he said, “but I want to make love to you once more.”

“I want you again,” she said.

A sly expression entered his eyes. “Will you be my mistress?”

“What are you about?” she said.

He led her back to the chaise. “On your knees.”

“What game do you play?” she whispered.

“You can say no, but will you do my bidding?”

She wet her lips. “Why should I?”

“Because I will reward you,” he said in a rough tone.

She knelt on the carpet between his spread legs. The bulge in his trousers gave evidence to his excitement.

“What do you bid me to do?” she whispered.

“Release the buttons on my falls.”

She let her fingers brush over him as she slowly released the buttons one by one. The game made her breathless. Her breasts felt heavy, and she wanted him inside her.

When he sprang out, she looked up into his eyes. “May I touch you?”

“Yes.” His voice sounded harsh.

She ran her finger in circles around him. There was a drop of moisture on top.

“Have I pleased you?” She liked pretending she was a libidinous courtesan.

He pulled her forward and lifted the skirts to her waist. “Touch yourself.”

She looked at the carpet. “I am too shy.”

“Straddle my leg.”

When she did, he took her hand and guided it to her sex. “Do you like it?”

“I like your touch better.”

He caressed her intimately until her legs felt like jelly. Then he inserted first one and then another finger. “You are slick and wet. I like the sound of moisture as I pleasure you.”

She was breathing fast, and so was he. His words encouraged her to be brazen. “You please me,” she said, “but I am wanton and greedy.”

“What are you greedy for?” he said.

She wrapped her hand around his aroused cock.

“You want to ride astride me?”

“Yes.”

“You are new at this,” he said, “but you are eager.”

“I am eager for you.”

“You may straddle me now,” he said.


She did his bidding. “Will you pleasure me?”

“Yes.” Her breathing grew labored with the caress of his fingers.

“Do you want me?” he said, his voice low.

“Yes, I am lascivious and live for pleasure.”

“I want to watch you.”

She rose up on her knees and guided him. He went slowly, but God almighty he’d never been this lust-crazed in his life.

When she rocked into him, he almost spent his seed immediately, but he was as hungry as she to continue their role-play. He splayed his hands over her bottom as he lifted up to meet her. Then as he sensed she was as close to the edge as he was, he locked his mouth to hers and mimicked his tongue play with his thrusts inside her. She was panting and cried out. He could feel the contractions of her release all around him, and he spilled his seed again.

She clutched his shoulders. Their bodies were still joined.

“You have to marry me,” he said.

“No, I’m a famous courtesan. I refuse to keep only one man.”

He laughed a little. “Darling girl, you may pretend to be anyone you wish, but you will never escape me now. I’ve had more than a taste of you, and it will never be enough.”

He dressed in yesterday’s clothes and helped her into the stays, petticoats, and gown afterward.

“Angeline, I’ve been thinking. Let’s announce the engagement.”

“No, we need to use the time to talk.”

“There is nothing to be proved by letting this drag on. You know we will have no privacy at Deerfield.”

“I need time, Colin.”

“For what? We will figure things out as we go, like any other couple.”

“I know what you stand to lose at Sommerall,” she said, “but you know what I’ve been through, and I cannot be rushed.”

“Do you trust me or not?”

“Of course I do,” she said.

“Then let me make our engagement public.”

“If we announce it now, they will suspect what we’ve been doing.”

The clatter of hooves sounded. He looked out the window. “There’s John.”

“I wish we could stay,” she said.

“So do I.” He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply. Her head was spinning, and her heart was full of love for him.

“One week, Angeline, and I will announce our engagement.”

When she hesitated, he said, “I know you’re afraid, but you need to trust me, starting today. One week.”

“Very well,” she said.

He hugged her hard. “We must go before your father decides to send out a search party.”



They arrived at Deerfield to discover Wycoff and the marquess about to board a carriage.

“I began to think you might have drowned last night,” the marquess said to Colin.

“Angeline was frightened and wanted to leave, but of course we could not. It wasn’t safe to travel.”