The Taming of Lady Honoria (6 page)

Danton shuddered under her ministrations.
"That's the ginger speaking. Another go-round like the last and you
wouldn't be able to walk."

"I can barely walk now," she commented,
exploring the curve of his buttocks. Her hands cupped his cheeks
and squeezed.

"Vixen," he laughed.

She smiled at him and was surprised when he
lifted her up in his arms and swung her back on the bed. He was
stronger than he appeared and made everything seem effortless.

To her dismay, he staggered—hand over his
heart. "Gad, you're heavy, m'dear. I need to rest."

He fell face down across her chest and
laughed as his mouth latched onto the nearest nipple.

"Drat—wait! Do that again—"

Danton sucked her nipple into his mouth and
nipped the tender bud.

Her hands curled over his shoulders. "You are
a very odd houseguest, my lord."

"And
you
are a very lusty wench. Take
pity on me, my dear. I need something to make me stand out in your
estimation."

She smiled. "Cad."

He smiled back. "Horrid little trollop." He
crawled up on the bed and stretched out beside her. "I'm not
fucking you, Honoria."

"You're obviously capable of it, my lord."
She looked down to where his cock strained against her thigh. "You
have the most enormous—"

"Yes," said Danton. "People have told me.
However I'm not sending you back to your father well-fucked. I have
no desire for a leg shackle."

"I am a very rich heiress," said Honoria.

"And you have the most inviting hole," said
Danton, sliding his fingers between her swollen lips. He ran his
thumb over her nub, and watched her shudder. "But you would not
stay loyal to me, would you?"

The thought of being restricted to one
man—even if that man was Danton—made Honoria shudder. She enjoyed
Robbie's spankings and the sweetness of Daisy's nether lips
touching her own.

Danton saw the answer in her eyes. "Shall we
cry friends?"

"I'd like a friend," she said, hesitating
over her words. "But you're an enigma."

His fingers left her wanting as he leaned
back on the pillow, one arm thrown up over his head. He watched her
with hooded eyes, no longer the amicable rouge he'd been scant
seconds before. "Am I?"

She wrapped her fingers in his still damp
curls. There was the lightest touch of dark blond hair roughing his
tautly muscled abdomen while the hair between his thighs was almost
black. It was a fascinating contrast.

"You seem so nondescript," she told him. "But
there's more to you."

He caught her hand and rolled her under him.
"Of course there's more." He rubbed between her thighs.

The heavy press of his cock against her still
swollen flesh made her eyes close. "Oh," she breathed. "Do that
again—no, stop it! You're using sex to distract me."

Little flecks of gray grounded his brilliant
blue gaze. Why had she ever thought him a nondescript little
lord?

He traced the line of her throat with his
lips. "Is it working?"

"Yes," she admitted, reaching her arms up to
him.

"Good," he murmured, and let her take him