But Phineas replied, “I like the sound of that,” in a voice so rough with desire that Lenore was tempted to sweep everything off of his desk so that he could take her right then and there.
“You tell me your secret and I’ll tell you mine,” she purred, circling her hand around the tempting muscle of his backside before squeezing, and flashing a seductive smile up at him.
She knew she’d won when he sucked in a breath and involuntarily jerked into her, pressing the sinfully hard bulge in his trousers against her. He wanted her to the point where he would do or say anything to have her. Knowing that made her positively giddy with power.
“All right,” he said, bringing his mouth to within inches of hers again. “I’ll admit to it. I am, indeed, the author of Nocturne. I have been all along. Are you satisfied?”
Lenore laughed deep in her throat in victory, moving her arms to slide over his shoulders in a move that invited him in. “Not yet,” she hummed. “But I have a feeling that in no time at all, I’ll be very satisfied indeed.”
“Give a man a little credit,” Phineas growled, pressing into her and spreading his hands across her back. “I’m much better than ‘no time at all’. You’ve read my stories, after all. You know just what I’m capable of.”
Lenore barely had time to catch her breath in excited anticipation before he slanted his mouth over hers, drawing a kiss from her that spun her head and curled her toes. He absolutely knew what he was doing, knew how to part her lips and stroke his tongue against hers in a way that ignited her passions and threw her into a fire of wanting. He knew how to use his lips and teeth to enhance the sensation and make it difficult for her to draw breath. And as she’d suspected, he knew how to use his hands to tease her breasts in a way that had her wishing her corset and the rest of her clothes would burst into flame and disappear so that he could touch her directly.
“We could do this right here,” he whispered, kissing and nibbling his way to her ear, and wedging her harder against the desk in a way that forced her to stand on her toes, “but I believe we would both enjoy it more if we decamped to my bed.”
“I thought you would never ask,” Lenore told him breathlessly, pushing him away enough so that she could lunge forward, grabbing his hand as she went, and fleeing to the hall and the stairs. Phineas followed her, laughing richly for a moment as he let her lead him. The moment they reached the stairs, he darted in front of her and drew her up to the first floor.
Thankfully for the limited amount of patience Lenore had, which was fading fast, his bedroom was right at the top of the stairs. He pulled her into the room, then shut the door behind them.
“Not that there’s anyone to disturb us,” he said as though he’d given a long explanation for his actions instead of simply doing them.
As soon as he turned back to her, Lenore slipped into him, tracing her hands over his shoulders so that she could remove his unbuttoned waistcoat. She was dexterous enough to kiss him as she did, taking the role of the aggressor and running her tongue along the seam of his lips. He responded with a sound of approval, closing a hand over one of her breasts and using the other to press their hips close together. It was heady and wonderful, and Lenore wanted so much more of him.
She tugged his shirt out from the waistband of his trousers, then sought out the fastenings of those trousers, fumbling to undo them. All the while, Phineas continued to steal deep kisses and make sounds of approval and encouragement. When she fully loosened his trousers and slipped her hand against the hard and excitingly large length of his cock, he gasped in pleasured surprise.
“A bold move for a blushing virgin,” he growled, jerking slightly against her.
“I think you have guessed that I am neither of those things,” she sighed in return, on the verge of going mad with desire as she stroked him from balls to tip. He was incredibly well-proportioned in both length and girth, and her knees grew progressively weaker as her imagination took over, hinting at how he would feel inside of her.
“Are all American heiresses this forward, or just the ones who were raised in the Wild West?” he asked, his hands reaching for the buttons that ran down the back of her bodice.
“Growing up on a ranch with regular exposure to the bulls enjoying themselves with the cows does give one a certain perspective on the world,” she managed to reply as her ability to form coherent thoughts began to melt.
“I have quite a bit to live up to then, don’t I,” he said, then captured her mouth in a kiss before she could reply.
She moved her hand to his hip so that she could grip him for balance as he tilted her slightly backwards, thrusting his tongue along hers with the perfect combination of aggression and passion. In spite of her confession, her experience with sex had been limited to two other times with the boy who’d been courting her years before, both of which had been fast as lightning and woefully unsatisfying. She knew before Phineas moved from kissing her to spinning her around so that he could undo the maddening row of buttons down her back that the experience she was about to have would be as different from those pitiful evenings as night was to day. Even the way he unbuttoned her had her desperate to bend over the side of his bed and have him lift up her skirts and take her from behind, right then and there.
His intentions were in no way that rushed, though. It came as no surprise, but was an immense delight, to Lenore that Phineas knew exactly how to remove a woman’s clothes in the shortest amount of time possible.
“Dare I ask where you learned these skills?” she asked breathlessly as he untied her skirt, bustle, and petticoats and pushed them down her legs in one, swift movement.
“I am the author of erotic stories that get half of the ladies of London society off each night,” he said with more than a little note of pride in his voice and temptation in his eyes as they met hers briefly. “One doesn’t reach that level of literary skill without drawing on their own experience.”
She smirked even as he made lightning-quick work of the fastenings of her corset and tossed that restricting garment aside. He wasn’t sentimental about her chemise either and had that up over her head and tossed aside, baring her breasts fully to him, seconds later. Her drawers came next, and before she could form the words to reply to him, she was standing naked in front of him.
“You sound as though you’re bragging,” she said, almost too breathless to speak. “But you didn’t answer my question.”
He had the rest of his clothes off moments later and inched her toward the bed. She tumbled onto her back, and as soon as she did, he hooked his hands under her legs and drew them up until her ankles were on his shoulders. The whole move happened so fast that she gasped and laughed, no idea how she’d landed in such an erotic position so quickly.
“Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a man how he gained his experience in lovemaking?” he asked with a devilish grin, leaning into her in a way that came close to folding Lenore in half. “Suffice it to say, I have had more than a few lovers.”
She opened her mouth to make some sort of clever reply, but before she could, he thrust boldly into her. Instead of words, a vocal gasp of surprise and pleasure tore out of her as he stretched and filled her. He felt every bit as big as he looked, and after only a few, cursory thrusts, she was gripping the bedcovers, dangerously close to climaxing.