bounced and jostled uncomfortably in their seat. Kate pulled away with a laugh and stretched her hands out to hold the edge of the seat at his back to better steady herself in his lap. He clasped on to her waist to move her into a better position. Feeling the soft flare of her hips under his hands had him groaning at the delight of touching her so intimately.
Sliding his hands higher, he clasped her small waist, her rib cage, and finally the underside of her breasts. He gazed at her in question, waiting for her to stop him. To say no. To ask him what in the world he thought he was getting away with, touching her as he was. But she said none of those things. His resolve to remain chaste over the course of the week in the carriage came to a standstill as he took in the expression on Kate’s face.
Kiss-swollen lips parted, her eyelids rested at half-mast, she lowered her hands over his and slid them over her breasts and bade him to release the buttons on her bodice. He closed his eyes for only a moment to savor the feel of her before slipping one rounded button after another through their holes. He took his time revealing her pale skin beneath, relishing the unveiling of the woman who would be his wife. Though he wanted to unclothe her completely, he’d not do so in the carriage.
Her fingers squeezed the material of his coat high on his arms as the backside of his hands grazed over her warm flesh for the first time.
“More beautiful than I ever imagined,” he said.
Kate sat up on her knees and helped him push the stiff material of his jacket from his shoulders. Once the jacket was shrugged off, he tossed it on the seat beside them.
They stared at each other a moment before he took her by the hips and had her sit astride his lap. “You’ll be more secure if you sit like this.”
“No different from sitting atop a horse when no one is there to reprimand me,” was her response.
He slid one hand beneath her rear to feel the curve of her buttocks and to guide her body so she hovered just above his erection. “Four hours isn’t nearly enough time to do everything I want to do to you.”
He kissed a path along her collarbone. Kate brushed her hands roughly through his hair and was clasping tight to his head as though afraid he’d stop. Not a chance of that happening.
Kate’s whole body felt like it was on fire. She was anxious and excited and she needed more of everything George was doing to her. Her body tingled wherever he touched her, and her heart pounded faster in her chest with every kiss he laid upon her bare skin. It had never been feasible for them to be this intimate in the past. Now, there was no one and nothing that could stop them from expressing their love for each other.
A hot stream of breath fanned against her exposed skin, and it caused a shiver of delight to run up her spine. Kate undid the clasps of the half corset she wore and tossed the paneled material aside. George’s teeth grazed into the top portion of her breast with the next rut in the road. The carriage was momentarily airborne, and one of the four-in-hand neighed their displeasure at the speed with which they raced over the uneven road.
George speckled gentle kisses where he’d unintentionally nibbled down too hard. “Sorry, love. I’d say you bring out the primitive being in me, but I think you’re feeling like a dame with her claws in a juicy tidbit of meat.”
Kate blushed, realizing she was grasping his forearms so tightly, her knuckles were white. She released her hold suddenly and hid her hands in her lap. “It’s hard to be sure I have a good grip when your shirtsleeves are in the way of me reaching you .” She didn’t know where the words had come from, but she liked this new brazen side to her personality.
“Then remove my waistcoat so we can pull off the insensible material.”
Glancing out the window at the scenery whizzing by at a wickedly fast speed, Kate couldn’t focus on any one thing in the
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