Free Historical Trio 2012-01 by Carole Mortimer Page A

Dominic touch her there and ease that ache, too.
    Her back arched instinctively as his hand moved to capture her other breast, the soft pad of his thumb now flicking against that hardened tip in the same rhythm with which he drew on its twin.
    Dominic’s lovemaking had been intended as a way of showing Caro that she did not belong here in London, that she was no match for him or other experienced men of the ton . Instead he was the one forced to recognise that he had never tasted anything quite so delicious as her breast, the nipple as sweet as honey as he kissed her there greedily, the hardness of his erection pulsing in his pantaloons testifying to the strength of his own arousal.
    He drew back slightly to look at that pouting, full nipple, stroking his tongue across it before moving slightly to capture its twin, drawing on it hungrily before looking up at her flushed face and feverishly bright eyes. ‘Tell me how you wish me to touch you, Caro,’ he murmured against her swollen flesh.
    Her fingers dug into his shoulders. ‘Dominic!’ she groaned a throaty protest.
    He took pity on her shyness. ‘Do you like this?’ He swept his thumb lightly over that pouting nipple.
    ‘Yes!’ she gasped, shuddering with pleasure.
    ‘This?’ He brought his mouth down to her breast once more, even as he allowed his hand to fall to her ankle and push her gown aside and began a slow caress to her knee.
    ‘Oh, yes!’
    ‘And this?’ Dominic ran his tongue repeatedly over that swollen nipple even as his hand caressed higher still to weave a pattern of seduction along her inner thigh, the heat of her through her drawers, her dampness, telling him of her arousal.
    Nothing in Caro’s life had prepared her to be touched with such intimacy. How could it, when she had never realised that such intimacies existed? Such achingly pleasurable intimacies that she wished would never end.
    ‘I would like you to touch me in the same way, Caro,’ Dominic encouraged gruffly.
    She swallowed hard. ‘I—’ She broke off her instinctive protest as someone rattled the door handle in an effort to open the locked door.
    ‘My lord?’ Drew Butler sounded both disapproving and concerned at this inability to enter his own office.
    Dominic turned his head sharply towards the door. ‘What is it?’
    ‘I need to speak with you immediately, my lord.’ The other man sounded just as irritated as Dominic.
    He scowled his displeasure as Caro took advantage of his distraction to extricate herself from his arms before turning away to begin fastening the buttons of her gown with fingers that were shaking so badly it took her twice as long as it should have done. What had she been thinking? Worse, how much further would she have allowed these intimacies to go if not for Drew’s timely intervention?
    ‘Caro—’
    ‘Mr Butler requires your attention, my lord, not I!’ Caro protested, her cheeks aflame.
    Dominic’s gaze narrowed in concern on her flushed and disconcerted face, knowing, and regretting, being the obvious cause of her discomfort. He had not meant things to go so far as they had. As for demonstrating to Caro how ill equipped she was to withstand the advances of the gentlemen of the ton , Dominic knew full well that he had been the one seriously in danger of overstepping that line! ‘Caro—’
    ‘Mr Butler requires you, my lord,’ she reminded him.
    Dominic stood up impatiently to stride over to the door and unlock it, his expression darkening as the other man’s gaze instantly slid past him to where Caro stood with her back towards the door. Dominic deliberately stepped into the other man’s line of vision. ‘Yes?’
    Speculative blue eyes gazed back at him. ‘There is…something in the main salon I believe you should see.’
    Dominic frowned. ‘Can it not wait?’
    ‘No, my lord, it cannot,’ Drew stated flatly.
    ‘Very well.’ He nodded before turning to speak to Caro. ‘It appears that I have to leave you for a few minutes. If