Fire and delight sparked through him the moment their lips touched. Groaning, he clasped her to him and plundered her mouth. She clung to him, kissing him back with passionate abandon.
He guided her back to the wall, pressing her against it. She gasped, and he pulled back, asking, “What’s wrong?”
“The stone is a bit cold. But I don’t care.” She dug her fingers into him, and he kissed her again.
Driven by need, he cupped her breast, frustrated by the layers of clothing separating them. Using his teeth, he removed his glove, tossing it aside, then clutched at her skirts, wresting them upward.
She took them from him, freeing his hand so he could stroke her. “Yes, please,” she rasped. “No, I mean, touch me, Dare. Make me come.”
Her words made his cock twitch with want. “How shall I do that?” he asked, sliding his fingertip along her folds as he kissed her neck. “With my hand like this?” He caressed her clitoris, then thrust two fingers into her wet sheath. “Or perhaps with my mouth.”
“Your cock.” She gripped his head, dislodging his hat so it fell to the ground. “I want your cock. All of it. Now.”
How he’d found a woman like this at a bloody house party of all places would never cease to astound him. “I will never hate another house party,” he muttered as he unbuttoned his fall.
She laughed softly. “I’m so glad to have changed your mind about them.” Her hand joined his as he pulled his shaft from his smallclothes. She stroked him, and he savored her touch for a moment, his eyes closing and his head falling back. She’d taken him in her mouth last night, rather, early this morning before he’d left her bed. The memory nearly made him orgasm in her hand.
“Enough.” He gripped her hips. “Put your legs around me.”
He lifted her, pressing her against the wall as she curled her thighs around his hips. She tucked her hand between them and guided his shaft inside her. He thrust deep, holding her steady against the stone as he seated himself within her.
She moaned—loudly, which only fanned his desire—and clenched her legs around him. It was all the urging he needed.
“Hold on to me,” he ordered, rubbing against her before he began to move. He drove hard and fast, careful not to hurt her.
“Yes, Dare. Just like that.” She kissed his cheek, his jaw, then gently bit his earlobe. “Faster.”
She was a goddess, and he would worship at her altar for the rest of his days. He pounded into her, feeling her muscles clench around him as she clamored for release.
Then she came in a torrent of cries and desperation, her fingers digging into his neck and shoulder. He cast his head back, his balls tightening, and cried out as rapture claimed him.
When his body unfurled, he slowly lowered her to the ground, but he didn’t let go. He guided her to the bench, sitting her down so she could collect herself.
He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes, panting as he fought to regain his breath. Perhaps he ought to build a fifth folly. With a bed.
Grinning, he opened his eyes to find her watching him. “I think I’ve proved without question that riding is not overrated.”
Juno tipped her head to the side, then slowly rose from the bench. “I think the opposite is true. When you think of this ride, what will you remember most? I daresay it won’t be the actual riding.” She gave him a saucy smile.
He shouted with laughter and grabbed her to him. “I am corrected, my goddess. I have never been more happy to be wrong.”
Actually, he’d just never been more happy.
If the riding didn’t make Juno sore, all the sexual intercourse she and Dare had engaged in over the past twenty-four hours would. She didn’t think she’d ever spent so much time in bed not sleeping. Not that all their activities had occurred in bed. She would remember their tryst in the folly to the end of her days.
She’d been loath to get back on the horse after that, but she’d managed. They’d ridden straight back to the stables, and then she’d stayed away from him the rest of the day. Avoiding him lest they spark any rumors, she’d spent the afternoon with Lady Gilpin, who’d told her all about Presley, their estate where Juno would come to live and work with Dorothy.
Typically, Juno would be filled with an excited anticipation. However, she found herself feeling sad about leaving Dare. She was only disappointed because she was used to her liaisons lasting longer than a few days. This time with Dare would be abbreviated—the party was only two more days—which was a pity since he was the finest lover she’d ever known.
She looked over at him, dozing next to her in the bed. He’d stolen in through the dressing chamber as he’d done the night before. They hadn’t discussed it, but they’d known it would happen. All during dinner—where they’d sat next to each other again thanks to their matchmaking hostess—there’d been an undercurrent of desire swirling between them. She’d barely kept herself from touching him. In fact, she’d managed to stroke his thigh a few times during the meal. He’d done the same with her.
There was no sweeter torture or richer anticipation than a secret affair.
She turned and snuggled back against his side, closing her eyes. Tomorrow, they were going to play chess. And perhaps find a cupboard to shag in.
“Mmm.” He growled against her nape, his arm coming around her and cupping her breast. He pinched her nipple, drawing a low moan from her throat.
“Shouldn’t we sleep?” she asked, even as desire pulsed between her legs.
“Wasn’t I just sleeping?” He played with her breast as his cock hardened against her backside.
“I wasn’t.” She sighed as he trailed his hand down her abdomen. He stroked her clitoris, tracing languorous strokes along her flesh as he teased her arousal into a flame of need.
“Should I let you?” He kissed along her neck and shoulder, nipping her flesh.
“Not now.” She lifted her knee forward on the mattress, exposing her sex to him in invitation.
“I see. What if I insisted?” He caressed her hip and then her backside, his fingertips sliding down her cleft.
She pressed back, seeking his touch, needing him inside her. “You’re being a terrible tease.”
“Yes.” He stroked her flesh, everywhere but the place she wanted him.
“Are you going to put yourself inside me or not?” Frustration began to war with her desire.
“Like this?” He speared his fingers into her.
“Oh, yes.” She closed her eyes and moved with him, her hip sliding along the bedclothes as he coaxed her to completion.
Then he was gone, but only for a moment. He guided his cock into her and took her on a slow, languid journey. They moved together, his hand caressing her breast, hers stroking his thigh. This was a level of bliss she’d never experienced. Just when she wasn’t sure how much more she could take, he rotated, pressing her down into the mattress as his hips snapped against her backside.
Squeezing her nipple, he ordered her to come. Unable to deny him, she fell apart, her body stiffening as an enormous wave of ecstasy swept over her.
He gripped her tightly and spent himself inside her. Kissing her shoulder, he gently eased from her.
Juno smiled, feeling so utterly satisfied and wonderful. “Come to Bath with me when the party is over.”