She couldn’t offer forever or promise him her hand as his countess, but her body and her heart was his now for as long as he’d have her.
Lips trailed down her body, his tongue dipping and teasing her navel as fingers teased the sensitive lips of her sex.
Kitty and Harrison had never dared such acts when they were younger. Each encounter had been a rushed, stolen moment filled with a passion she’d never experienced before nor after, until that very night.
The first kiss to her sensitive bundle of nerves shocked Kitty so much that her leg jerked, nearly hitting him in the head. The second kiss had her moaning wantonly, her fingers gripping the curly strands of his red hair that felt like silk against her skin.
Two long, thick fingers entered her, his tongue pleasuring her. Kitty’s body sank into the soft sheets as his fingers thrusted in and out, his mouth never leaving her aching mound.
Pulling him closer, she swiveled her hips, crying out from the delicious sensation that danced over her.
“Yes, Harrison! That’s it, I’m nearly there, more, give me more,” she demanded of him, feeling nothing so sensational in all her years.
Harrison added a third finger, filling her up. Kitty’s back arched off the bed, her hips thrusting up repeatedly as she chased oblivion.
She needed it—no—Kitty wanted it.
Wanted him.
For years, all she’d cared about was the welfare of others. Kitty drowned herself in the running of Pleasure House, ignoring her own needs and happiness. No more, this moment belonged to her alone, and she would not relinquish it for anyone.
Bracing her left foot on the bed, she began rigorously fucking herself on his tongue.
There were many tales of pleasure when one owned gentlemen’s club and there wasn’t anything that Kitty had not heard. What she lacked in experience, Kitty had in knowledge.
Harrison raised one of Kitty’s legs over his shoulder, opening her up more. Her core pulsed, her toes flexing as she sank deeper into the mattress, squeezing her eyes shut, her mouth opening on a loud cry.
His mouth and fingers never stopped as she rode out each wave, clinging to his damp head with her aching limbs.
Finally spent, her head lulled to the side, breath coming out in deep heaves.
Harrison sat up, falling on top of her, his lips taking purchase on her neck, as his thick cock plunged inside of her still pulsating sex.
“Oh fuck!” she cursed, unable to stop herself.
The feel of him was so decadent, Kitty wanted to live with him inside of her.
“Your mouth has gotten very naughty, Kat,” he teased before kissing her lips, his tongue diving in to taste her.
His lips were wet from her juices, and she couldn’t help the wicked power it gave her knowing that she was tasting herself on his tongue.
Harrison set a grueling pace, his hand taking hers, entwining their fingers together. His cock thrusted in and out, the damp strands of his hair caressing her brow.
The onslaught of emotions attacking her were nearly too much for Kitty to bear. Tears pulled at the corner of her eyes, her chest aching with something she hadn’t felt in eight years.
Her body shook, the sweet sunrise of completion rising within her again. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Kitty pulled him in closer, her sex gripping him so thoroughly that he could barely move.
“Kat, I love you,” he groaned out.
Their bodies stilled together, hands gripping the other like they never wanted to part, and there was a small voice whispering in Kitty’s ear saying one thing over and over.
Stay.
CHAPTER 9
Four days later, Kitty found herself in Harrison’s carriage en route to Lady Wyndam’s townhouse. The founder of the Wicked Widow’s League was still in Town for the winter, and Kitty could not believe her own luck.
She had spent four glorious days with Harrison, but now it was time to remedy her precarious situation. No matter how much she enjoyed being at his home and in his bed, Kitty had a life and a business to return to.
