The Heiress (17 page)

He didn’t finish whatever threat he’d intended, but sucked in a hissing breath through his teeth as she slid her other hand into the waistband of his trousers and found him without the hampering cloth in the way. Then he cursed and claimed her mouth again, backing her up as she continued to caress him.

Suzette felt something scratchy at her back and guessed it was a bale of hay, but between his kiss, the way he was now alternately kneading her breasts and lightly pinching her nipples, as well as her efforts to undo the buttons of his trousers with her free hand, she was just a bit too distracted to wonder about it.

She wasn’t aware he’d undone the stays of her gown until she felt the cool morning air caress her back. He tried to tug the sleeves off her shoulders, but it would mean her giving up on his buttons as well as releasing him, and she wasn’t willing to do that, so he gave it up and merely tugged the now loose neckline down below her breasts and broke their kiss to duck his head and latch onto one of them.

“Ah,” Suzette moaned, and then added a “ha,” as she managed to undo enough buttons that she could pull his maypole out and caress him more easily. Daniel stiffened and nipped at her breast, his hips thrusting into her touch as she clasped him, but his own hands had been busy, managing to tug up her skirts and burrow under to run up the backs of her legs.

Suzette gasped as his fingers urged her legs apart so that one hand could slide between them and touch her. She closed her eyes briefly at the explosion of pleasure it sent through her, but then began to squirm and released him to push at his shoulders and urge him away. Much more of his caressing and she wouldn’t be able to think straight, and Suzette had been fascinated by a certain portion of Fanny’s book describing a way to please a man with just your mouth, and wanted to try it.

Apparently thinking she wanted to bring an end to their interlude, Daniel released her at once. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t—”

The words ended on a hiss of surprise as Suzette suddenly dropped to her knees before him and took him into her mouth.

They both froze then. No doubt Daniel froze from shock, but Suzette paused because she wasn’t sure what to do next. The book had been rather vague about the exact details of how to please him this way, drifting into strange, vague metaphors and nonsense. Giving a mental shrug, she just did what she felt like, tasting him with her tongue and measuring him with her mouth and then clasping his maypole in one hand so that she could remove it to kiss the tip.

Whether her attention pleased Daniel or not, Suzette couldn’t say, but she was having a pleasant enough time exploring him thusly until he suddenly caught her by the arms and lifted her up, not just to her feet, but to sit on the bale of hay she’d earlier felt at her back.

“Did I—?” She’d wanted to ask if she’d been doing it right, however, Daniel ended the question by kissing her. Suzette gave in with a little sigh and slid her arms around his neck as he urged her legs apart so that he could move between them and get closer. His hands were on her breasts again at first, welcoming them back, but then one hand slipped away to find the hem of her skirt and slide under it.

His fingers rode along her thigh, pushing the material ahead of it and Suzette wiggled on the bale of hay under the caress, unconsciously moving her bottom closer to the edge. When he found her core, she froze and groaned, then broke their kiss to let her head fall back as his fingers moved against her excited flesh. Daniel immediately turned his mouth to other delights, nibbling her ear, her neck, her collarbone, and then dropping to claim one nipple again.

This time Suzette didn’t try to break free, but gasped and arched into both caresses, her fingers knotting in his hair and holding on tight even as her legs wrapped around his hips, urging him closer. Daniel nipped lightly at her nipple, his fingers dancing over her swollen core, demanding a response that her body was eager to give. When she felt something pressing gently into her, Suzette thought it was his maypole and cried out, her legs tightening around his hips and dragging her bottom closer to the edge of the bale of hay as he continued to caress her, building the pressure inside her to almost unbearable levels.

“Daniel,” she gasped, pleading for him to end this torture.

His response was to raise his head to claim her mouth and kiss her deeply as he continued his ministrations. Suzette clutched at his shoulders, her bottom sliding further forward into his caress as her legs tightened even further around his hips. When he suddenly withdrew from between her legs, Suzette could have wept with disappointment, but then she felt him brush against her hungry flesh again. She nipped at his lower lip and dropped her hands to his bottom, squeezing him tightly to urge him on. Even so she was completely unprepared when he obeyed the silent demand, clasped her hips and thrust himself into her. It seemed it hadn’t been his maypole the first time, because what entered her now was much larger and drew a startled squeal of pain from Suzette, or would have, had his mouth not still been covering hers and caught the sound.

Daniel froze at once and broke their kiss to peer down at her with concern. “Are you all right?”

Flushing with embarrassment, she nodded. It really hadn’t hurt enough to bring on the sound she’d issued, she’d just been startled by it. Though, Suzette supposed she shouldn’t have been. It really hadn’t been more than a pinch of pain, certainly not enough to make even the most fainthearted faint. Maybe Fanny’s lover had done it wrong, she pondered. Still it did feel odd to have him inside her, stretching her body and filling her up. It wasn’t exactly comfortable at first, but then Daniel slid his hand between them again and began to caress her once more while still buried inside her.

Suzette moaned at her body’s immediate response to his caress as all the heat and passion that had seemed to slip away just moments ago, suddenly came rushing back. She raised her mouth to his, relieved when Daniel immediately began to kiss her again. When she wrapped her legs more tightly around him, encouraging him, Daniel also began to withdraw and then slide himself back into her again while still caressing her, the action matching the thrust of his tongue into her mouth. He started at a slow pace, but as their passion built, he began to move more swiftly, and then he removed his hand so that he could clasp her hips and hold her in place as he pumped into her.

Suzette groaned and dug her nails into his shoulders, her body straining toward the pleasure she knew waited, and then she was suddenly, finally there. She cried out into his mouth, her nails and heels digging into him as the mounting pleasure suddenly exploded over her. Shaken by the strength of it, she held onto him desperately and merely rode the waves washing over her. Daniel continued to thrust once, twice, then three times more before he suddenly buried himself to the hilt, a deep groan ripping from his throat.

She knew exactly when the paroxysm finally ended for Daniel, because he immediately sagged against her as if all his strength had been drained.

“Damn,” he breathed after a moment, and slowly straightened to peer down at her and say solemnly, “I’m sorry.”

Suzette peered at him with surprise. “What for?”

“I shouldn’t have— The stables are not exactly the best place for a lady to— Someone could have come in and— I never should have—”

Suzette silenced him with a kiss, and hugged him tightly as she whispered, “Can we do it again?”

Daniel’s chest vibrated against hers with silent laughter, but then he gently eased back and said wryly, “As tempting as the idea is, I couldn’t right now. Besides, I have to go.” He pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “I’m sorry, but I really do have to go now.”

Suzette sighed with disappointment and reluctantly released him when he pulled away. She watched him tuck himself away and do up his trousers before setting to work on straightening her own clothes.

When he started to move back toward the stall he’d been in when she’d arrived earlier, she slid off the bale of hay, grimacing as she became aware of a tenderness between her legs. Ignoring it for now, she followed Daniel to the stall, asking, “How long will you be?”

“It’s about an hour from here by carriage and she will probably have to pack, but since I am riding there on horseback I don’t imagine it will be more than two hours,” he answered absently as he returned to saddling his horse.

“Can I accompany you?” she asked, reluctant to be parted from him so soon after what they’d done.

Daniel glanced her way with surprise, hesitated, but then shook his head and turned back to what he was doing. “No. It is better if I go alone.”

“Why?” Suzette asked with a frown, and then, worry entering her gaze, she accused, “You’re afraid your mother won’t like me, aren’t you?”

The question made him glance around at her again and he frowned at the suggestion, but said firmly, “No, of course not.”

“Then why can’t I come?” she asked, and then her eyes narrowed with suspicion as another thought struck her. “You
are
coming back?”

“Of course I am,” he said with a laugh, not even bothering to look at her this time. He then caught the reins of the horse he’d saddled and led it out of the stall. Pausing before her, he gave her a quick kiss and then took her arm to turn her around, saying, “Now go on back inside.”

Suzette tried to turn back, but he kept his hand on her arm and urged her forward, walking her to the stable doors and out into the courtyard, leading the horse by its reins as they went.

“Inside. Now,” Daniel said firmly then and released her arm to give her a gentle push in the direction of the inn.

Suzette sighed, but continued forward, walking to the inn door before stopping to turn back. Daniel was mounted by then. He gave her a smile and a salute and then urged his mount to move. Suddenly plagued by the superstitious thought that if she watched him out of sight it might be the last time she saw him, Suzette immediately turned and slipped inside the inn.

The main room was as silent and empty as it had been when she passed through it on the way out, and Suzette was grateful for that. Silly as it might sound, she was sure that anyone who looked at her would somehow know she was no longer a virgin, as if the experience had marked her somehow.

Shaking her head at the flight of fancy, Suzette started upstairs to return to the room she shared with Lisa. She thought she might be able to sleep now, and felt sure the rest would do her good. She really
was
tender at the moment. Perhaps a nap would give her body a chance to heal.

D
aniel couldn’t get the grin off his face for the first half hour of the journey to Woodrow. While his body automatically steered the horse along the path to reach his home, his mind was filled with memories of Suzette, her neckline down below her breasts, her skirts up around her waist, and her eyes burning with passion as he’d driven himself into her. It had felt like going home. Her arms, legs and entire body had hugged his with each thrust, and her sighs, gasps and mewls of pleasure had filled his ears. The woman was all that he’d hoped for and more. She was as uninhibited with her body as she was with her words. He had a lifetime to enjoy the pleasure of both and was truly looking forward to it.

His grin softened to a smile at that thought. Daniel had never been very keen on the idea of marriage. He’d resented the idea of a wife. He knew his mother was a rare creature among the ton, one who rolled up her sleeves and did what needed doing. From what he had seen of most women in the ton, this was indeed a rare and wonderful thing. Most of the women he’d met over the years had been spoiled creatures, as demanding as princesses, who insisted on scads of clothes because they couldn’t possibly be seen in the same dress twice, chests full of jewelry to show off their status, and, he was sure, would have demanded his attention and company to attend every ball, every play at the theater and every entertainment available when he had work to attend to in order to ensure their continued comfort.

But Suzette wasn’t like that. Daniel knew without a doubt that she too would roll up her own sleeves and do what was required if the need should arise. The very fact that she had been willing to sacrifice herself to avoid scandal for the rest of her family said as much. She had stepped forward to take up the chore herself rather than even considering that Lisa too could marry and claim her dower to aid in the endeavor.

Daniel was pretty sure he needn’t fear her dragging him to every social event of the season either. Suzette had already told him she preferred the quiet and beauty of the countryside to the crowded, polluted city. As for fashion and jewels, while her clothes were well made and she always looked nice, they were not exactly the height of fashion in London society, but she didn’t seem to care any more about that than she did for what people thought of her blunt speech. Oddly enough, the very fact that she didn’t seem to care about the material things made him want to shower her with them.

Daniel smiled wryly at the thought and then glanced around with a start as a sharp crack sounded. It seemed to be coming from the woods on his right and he slowed his mount, his eyes searching the trees as he recognized that he was on the edge of his property. They’d had trouble with poachers, he’d been told, though there had been no sign of them during the six months he’d been here before setting sail for America. But now he wondered if that was what he was hearing: poachers going after the wildlife. He would have to mention it to—

The thought died in his head as another crack sounded and something slammed into his back on his right side. It felt as if someone had just kicked him. It knocked the breath right out of him and nearly sent him tumbling from his horse. Throwing himself forward, he lay flat on his mount and kicked his heels, urging it to speed up again until the beast was going at an all-out run. Another crack sounded, but Daniel didn’t feel anything this time, and simply concentrated on holding on to the reins of his horse. His fingers seemed to be weakening and his breathing was labored. For one moment he feared a punctured lung, but a deep breath reassured him that wasn’t the case. Shock, then, he decided.