The Heiress - Lynsay Sands [79]
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,