Free Wicked by Susan Johnson Page A

him hard within her throbbing flesh.
    "Let go," he whispered, stirring against her unyielding grasp, his lower body poised to ease back.
    "No." Her grip tightened.
    "It gets better if you wait."
    "No." A fretful, suffocated sound. "You said I didn't have t o ."
    "Did I?" he murmured, dismissing any further contemplation of leisured foreplay. The innocent Miss Blythe must have been virginal too long for she was wildly impatient now as if making up for lost time. Clasping her tightly so they remained joined, he rolled onto his back, carrying her with him. "You set the pace, darling," he said, easing her upright, adjusting her on his hips so she was riding him. "Here." Slipping his hands under her bottom, he raised her so she slid up his erection. And when she was poised on the swollen crest, his hands glided up to her hips. "Then thus l y, kitten," he murmured, exerting pressure downward, guiding her until he was sunk hilt deep inside her honeyed warmth.
    She uttered a small blissful sigh.
    "Ride at any breakneck speed you prefer, lollipop," he said. "I'll try to keep up."
    "So I have my own personal stud," she murmured, exquisitely impaled.
    "For as long as you want." A connoisseur of sensation, he was considering keeping her beyond the journey to Naples. They were a very good fit.
    "Are you always . . . this ready?"
    "We try," he modestly said, this man who held most of the sexual records in the club betting books.
    "How nice for me," she replied, moving upward slowly until she was hovering on the tip of his erection.
    "And me." His smile was wolfish.
    "Can I keep you locked away till landfall?" she murmured, inundated by joyous sensation, a new, wondrous world suddenly at her command.
    When he didn't answer, she gazed down at him from under languid, half-lowered lashes and slowly slid down his rigid length. "Say yes," she whispered.
    He smiled faintly. "I don't take order s — e ven from pretty governesses."
    Rotating her hips in a sensuous, intoxicating revolution that gave new meaning to the word friction, she said, sultry and low, "You give the orders, then."
    His smile broadened. "An imaginative solution."
    "A selfish one, darling. But the orders better be to my liking."
    "Meaning?"
    "Meaning they must be confined to carnal matters."
    "Really. You won't make my bed or wash my clothes?"
    "My four years of servitude ended"— s he looked out the window at the bright morning light, gauging the tim e —"two days ago, Rochefort. And I don't know how to wash clothes."
    "I don't suppose you make beds either?"
    "I've learned to particularly unmake beds now, thanks to you, my dear Glory. And I think," she said with a grin, "we're going to need some clean sheets soon."
    "What if I ordered you not to climax for ten minutes?" he teased . "Would that be carnal enough?"
    "Be reasonable, Rochefort." Her pout looked delicious.
    "But then I'm never reasonable," he said, effortlessly lifting her free of his erection, ignoring her squeal of protest as he placed her on the bed. "Now what are you going to do?" he added, grinning.
    "Attack you."
    She lunged at him and he rolled away, laughing.
    "You're mine, darling," she said, still in pursuit. "It's just a matter of time."
    "Ten minutes, to be precise," he lazily replied, catching her as she fell atop him. "And I'm giving the orders."
    "You don't really mean it, do you?" she whispered, moving her hips seductively.
    "Abstinence is good for the soul," he silkily murmured, stilling her hips.
    "How would you know?"
    "I read it somewhere." His gaze was shameless.
    "But I don't want to wait." She struggled against his solid grasp.
    "Perhaps there's an alternative."
    Appreciation warmed her eyes. "How sensible you are, Rochefort."
    "While you're a sizzling little baggage. Are you religious?" he asked, as if the two thoughts were related.
    "If I were, dear Glory, meeting you would have made me deeply concerned about the fires of hell."
    He smiled faintly. "Then you haven't considered becoming a