Free Seduced At Sunset by Julianne MacLean

of this wicked
encounter, or perhaps it was the way he moved. Each stroke of friction was
electric, sizzling through her senses and awakening the sexual being which had
been lying dormant within her for so many years.
    Oh, how she had needed this—this human, physical
connection. She had been living such a solitary existence, surrounded only by
her books and her family, when what she really needed was a man—a rugged,
virile, experienced lover who truly knew how to make love to a woman.
    Her body shuddered and convulsed, and when she arched her
back, he rose up on one elbow to watch her.
    Everything she thought she knew about sexual intercourse
was shattered in the explosion of her desires; it was far more visceral,
exquisitely more carnal, than any experience from her youthful past.
    When the ecstasy reached its peak, then began to recede,
and the throbbing of her flesh relaxed, she opened her eyes and looked up at
him. Mr. Torrington. Her lover .
    He was staring down at her with hooded eyes that were full
of desire and raging need, while he continued to thrust and pump his hips. Then
he shut his eyes, touched his forehead to hers, and grunted as if in
excruciating agony as he withdrew from her depths and used his hand to spill
his seed onto her stomach to prevent the conception of a child.
    She was wildly aroused by the sight of his release. It
thrilled her to the very depths of her soul.
    He rolled to the side and collapsed beside her like a
giant naked sex god.
    Had all this truly happened? Part of her wondered if she had
been dreaming, for it was everything she had fantasized about in the secret
hours of so many lonely nights. No. It was more.
    After a moment or two, he turned his head on the pillow to
look at her, and while she was struck by how attractive he was—not classically
handsome, but extremely charismatic—she had no idea what to say or do
next, for this was all so very unfamiliar.

 

     
    Chapter Seven

     
    Drake turned his head on the pillow to look at the woman
he had just made love to, and in that moment he wanted to know everything there
was to know about her, for she had done something to him just now.
    He had come here tonight, fully expecting to have sex with
an eager bed partner, and to enjoy it to the fullest—which he had. It was
certainly not the first time he had been invited for a night of sexual play
with a beautiful woman. Invitations came often from ladies in all levels of
Society. Sometimes they wanted it rough. Other times they wanted to be
anonymous. But always, they wanted the sort of sexual experience they
fantasized about and hadn’t achieved with their husbands, for one reason or
another.
    He didn’t know what category Lady Charlotte fell into. She
was not a virgin and from what he understood, she was not married. Was she a
widow, then? Or simply a modern woman who had chosen to enjoy her freedom?
    “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked with a
shy smile that charmed him.
    He leaned up on an elbow and studied her face in the
candlelight. Her golden hair, splayed out on the pillow all around her, gleamed
like spun silk, and her full lips were moist and swollen from kissing him.
There had been a lot of kissing.
    “I can’t help it,” he said. “You fascinate me.” Not just
because she was beautiful. He’d made love to beautiful women before, but Lady
Charlotte was different.
    “Why?”
    He shook his head, for he was bewildered by it himself. “I
am curious about you.”
    The flame on the candle flickered in a draft, and she
shivered. Drake reached for the covers and drew them up over her lush, naked
form, and covered himself as well.
    “That’s better,” she said, snuggling closer. “Now tell me
what you’re curious about, sir. I assure you I have no secrets. Not since I
told you about my alter ego... as a man.”
    He chuckled and cradled her close in his arms, while
stroking her hair away from her forehead. “Why are you not married, Charlotte?”
    She