Free Lillian's Light Horseman by Jasmine Hill Page B

driving back into her in long, slow glides. She gasped and clutched him tighter, new sensations taking hold and warming her insides. She felt a mad fluttering start deep in her core and she moved with him, matching his tempo. He swept his hand down her side and gripped her bottom once more, forcing her into his pelvis and tilting his hips, demanding that she take him deeper.
    She threw her head back, the pleasure overwhelming her at his hard and fast strokes.
    “Yes—God, yes,” she panted, the fluttering in her belly quickening. At her cries, William wrapped an arm behind her head and took her mouth violently, thrusting his tongue into her in time with his pumping shaft. He moved his other hand from her backside, over her hip then between them to her clitoris. He found the little bundle of nerves and massaged the nub until she bucked beneath him.
    “Come on, Lilly,” he demanded against her mouth. “Let go!”
    At his desperate plea, she did. The tightening and the quivering of feelings at her core intensified until suddenly all the sensations coalesced into one wave of pleasure that roared through her, making her toes curl and her back arch almost painfully. She cried out, shuddering and quaking through the throes of her orgasm.
    William thrust hard twice more then his body went rigid. She felt the warm, pulsing rush of his release gush inside her and she watched with blurred vision as his face contorted and he growled out a long sound of pleasure.
    Panting, she relaxed beneath him, her body made limp and pliable through her exertions. William buried his head in the crook of her neck and kissed the skin beneath her ear, stilling a moment before he heaved himself off her and swung a leg over her hips. He tugged her closer, one arm resting over her chest, the other cushioning her head.
    Abruptly, Lillian felt shy and vulnerable. After such intimacy, she wasn’t sure what to expect, and wondered in the back of her mind where they would go from this point. She stiffened in William’s arms, unfamiliar and awkward with a lover’s intimate embrace.
    William removed his arm from under her and rested his head on one hand, his arm bent at the elbow as he looked down at her suspiciously. “You were a virgin, Lillian,” he stated bluntly. “Why did you lie to me?”
    She tried to struggle upright but he kept her immobilized.
    “Don’t,” he ordered curtly. “I want you to answer me.”
    She huffed out a breath and stilled beneath him, trying to avoid his burning gaze, then sighed. “It’s a long story, William. Perhaps it will be better told under different circumstances.”
    He eyed her a while longer then acquiesced and loosened his hold. “You’re right. I need to get you back to the homestead.” He rose quickly and started to dress.
    Lillian sat up and tried unsuccessfully to pull the tattered remnants of her clothing around her. She blushed furiously when William stood over her and blatantly assessed her nakedness.
    He chuckled at her embarrassment. “I didn’t think this through particularly well.”
    “This is not funny, William,” she said hotly. “How am I to return to the house looking like this?”
    “Come.” He grasped her hand and pulled her to her feet. Collecting his oilskin, he held it open for her. “Hands in the holes,” he ordered then buttoned the too-large jacket all the way down the front. Stooping, he retrieved the blanket, shook it out and wrapped it around her. He gathered her tattered clothes and undergarments then shoved them into his saddlebag before extinguishing the fire with a dousing of sand.
    He held her shoes out. When she took a step toward him, he knelt and grasped one of her ankles then slipped a shoe on one foot. He obviously wasn’t going to bother with her stockings, which had been balled up and stuffed away with her other clothing. She steadied herself by grasping his shoulders.
    “I can put my own shoes on, William,” she muttered in irritation.
    He just ignored