Page 28 of The Notorious Lord Sin
Their tongues tangled, fought for dominance, and he reveled in her taste. Willing and all liquid heat in his arms. His body reeled, his axis tipped, and he was lost.
There would be no turning back from here.
Dominic scooped Paris into his arms and carried her from the river, kissing her the entire time he walked toward their picnic blanket.
She was all fire in his arms, demanding and taking all that he gave her, and he would give her everything if she would only let him.
He lay her down on the blanket, and she pulled him atop her, taking his lips in a kiss that sent his wits skyward.
"I want you," she gasped, reaching for his falls and ripping at the buttons.
He clasped her hand, stilling her. "I did not bring you here today for this. We do not have to do this, Paris," he said, meaning every word.
"I want to, Dominic," she answered, her hands less urgent on his breeches, but still as determined.
He gave up the last of his fight within him. Who was he to deny a lady, and especially this lady? The only one whom he cared about so much that, at times, it physically hurt.
That he had hurt her haunted him, and he wished he could change the past, but he could damn well make the future for them so much better.
If he could win her heart once more. Change her mind about marrying him.
He inwardly cringed, wishing he was as affluent as he once was. He did not want her to think any of what he did was because he needed a rich wife. He could marry anyone in thetonwho sought a title and not so much blunt, but he did not.
He did not want to be that man. He wanted to be a better man.
Paris's gentleman husband.
It did not take him long to shuffle up her carriage dress. His cock ached and strained, the thought of being with her again almost too much to stand.
She wrapped her legs about his hips, and he breathed deep, fighting the growing ache in his balls, wanting to make her come before he spent like a green lad with his first lover.
He thrust into her, and all was right in the world. "Paris," he moaned, kissing the sweet sigh that spilled from her lips. "I have wanted this for so long."
Her fingers clutched at his back, pulling him into her. He did what she wanted, needed to please her. Give her as much enjoyment and pleasure as he would receive from this wonderous day.
"You feel so good," she gasped.
He kissed her, deep and long, thrust into her, giving her what she wanted. She met his every stroke and dragged him forward to the pleasure that taunted them both. His balls tightened, and he fought not to spend. He needed her to come. He wanted to hear her scream his name.
She rocked against him, and he increased his pace, their coming together frantic. The first tremors of her orgasm ripped through her, and she screamed, moaned his name, and rode him as best she could while he fucked her. His cock hardened, and he came, pumping his seed into her, wanting her to thicken with his child. He wanted a future with the woman who lost herself in his arms.
With Paris.
ChapterSixteen
Later that evening, Paris lay in a bath and sipped a glass of wine she had poured before dismissing her maid for the night. Still, her body thrummed and ached from her joining with Dominic this afternoon.
Not since Dominic had returned to town had she ever acted so outrageously. The thought of what they did, and where, left her skin burning. He brought out a side of her she had thought long lost.
But there it was, the fire and mischief that only he ever seemed to wring from her.
Was he wrong for her? Most definitely. He had already broken her heart once, but he seemed different now. A changed man. A man who had learned from his mistake and wanted to make amends.
But to forgive him and allow him back into her life could only occur in town. He could never meet Maya, or her ruse would be over, and he would demand answers.
Not that he would like the replies she would give, for it did not paint him in a pleasing light. Paris stared at the fire as a light knock sounded on her door, and the muffled sound of Millie called from the other side.
"Come in," she replied and turned to watch her friend, dressed for this evening's ball, enter her room.
