Wicked Temptation (Regency Sinners 6)(23)

Both his hands were on her breasts now, fingers pulling and plucking the engorged nipples until the pleasure became too much and Pru cried out her release.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God.” She was unable to articulate anything else as the heat imploded at her core before claiming the rest of her in a body-shaking climax.

Titus continued to pull on Pru’s nipples until he was sure she had experienced all of her release. She looked absolutely beautiful in the throes of ecstasy. Her eyes were closed, cheeks flushed, her pouting lips moist and slightly parted, the fullness of her creamy breasts tipped with red and swollen nipples.

He rolled to the side before straightening her gown and then pulling Pru into the warmth of his arms, the bench seat barely wide enough to accommodate both of them. He had heard that a woman could come only from having her nipples played with, but it was the first time he had experienced seeing and participating in that pleasure. He believed it to be testament to Pru’s complete lack of self-consciousness in their lovemaking.

She roused herself from her stupor. “Would you like me to return the pleasure?”

“We do not have the time, and I would rather continue to look at you.” Titus gently brushed the hair back from her heated temple. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured as he gazed down at her. “So very beautiful.” He kissed her gently on the lips.

Pru felt beautiful as Titus gazed down at her with warm and approving eyes. She also felt thoroughly satiated. Cherished. Protected. As if nothing and no one could ever harm her again while she was in Titus’s arms. Which was strange, when only a week ago, she had held Titus completely responsible for the danger which had come into her own life and that of her twin.

Now Pru did not want this night to end, or to go back to the empty house and her even lonelier bed. “Titus, might I come home with you tonight?”

He drew back slightly before sitting up. “You know that is not possible.”

Unfortunately, she did know, yes. The fact the two of them had spent so much time alone together this past week would be cause for conjecture if others were to learn of it. But if she spent the night in Titus’s home, even if it was in a bedchamber of her own, her reputation would be lost beyond repair.

Sometimes Pru hated the constraints Society placed upon her and other single ladies. One whiff of scandal and they were ruined, and yet a man could have any number of indiscretions and it was more often than not treated with amusement.

An argument for another day, perhaps? One with which she had no doubt her mother would wholeheartedly agree.

Pru almost laughed out loud at the imagined cries of shock and protest she knew such radical thinking would bring down upon her own and her mother’s heads.

She moved to sit beside Romney, finishing fastening her gown and drawing her cloak about her shoulders as a glance out of the window showed the carriage was nearing Germaine House. “When shall I see you again?” She hated sounding so needy, but she really did feel safer in Titus’s company.

Titus thought it perhaps for the best, as he did not seem to be able to keep his hands off Pru for longer than five minutes, if they did not meet for a few days. Much as he enjoyed and hungered for their lovemaking—it consumed most of his waking thoughts—he had more investigations to carry out in regard to the real traitor so that he might protect Pru.

Nor, despite what he might have once thought otherwise, did he believe their intimacies would long remain even as innocent as they had been. He could think of nothing he would enjoy more than to slide his cock into Pru’s virgin pussy before pounding them both to completion.

“Perhaps in a few days’ time,” he answered Pru vaguely as he helped her to ascend from the carriage before walking with her to the door.

Pru, never one to hide her emotions, pouted her disappointment as they reached the top of the stairs where they must part. “Did I not behave myself this evening, as I promised I would?”

“After a fashion,” he drawled, his cock giving a twitch of its approval of that fashion.

She eyed him teasingly as his expression no doubt revealed his thoughts. “One you seemed completely in agreement with at the time.”

“I am a man, not a block of wood,” he growled beside her ear as he bent to brush his lips lightly against her blushing cheek. Luckily, he had straightened by the time the front door of the house was opened by the Germaines’ butler. “I will call upon you again—” His words were cut off abruptly as there came the sound of a gun being fired.

Titus instinctively stepped in front of Pru, placing his body protectively about hers as he heard a second shot being fired before he felt a searing pain in his back and he slumped forward.

“Titus!” Pru did her best to stop him from falling, but he was too heavy for her, and she very soon found herself sitting on the ground, his head cradled on her thighs. “Titus? Titus!” Her voice rose to a scream for help when she received no response from him.



“I am so sorry, my dear.” The Duke of Stonewell paced Pru’s private parlor in Germaine House, his austere features almost as pale as her own. “Three deaths in just a few weeks is unforgiveable, two of them people close to you.”

Unforgiveable hardly described the horror that had become Pru’s life this past seven weeks. “That is clearly an understatement, Your Grace,” she said flatly.

He nodded acknowledgment of the criticism. “Because there simply are no words to express my regret at the personal loss you have suffered.”