Summer Wine: Taste of Seduction, Book 1 Read Online Free Page B

touch you.”
    She shifted again, this time in desperation, seeking his hand, seeking relief—and found none. But the whisper-light touch feathered over her other nipple, sending that same jolt of heat straight down her center.
    She struggled to say his name. Struggled to think. Angus’s dark gaze and dark hair formed on the insides of her eyelids. “Angus,” she breathed. She’d fantasized about him for weeks. Hadn’t she told him as much?
    His hand disappeared from her breast and slid over her panties, right where moisture seeped from her pussy.
    “Like this?” he whispered.
    “No.” Definitely not like that.
    He slipped a finger beneath her panties, and hot skin touched her sensitive lips.
    “Like this?”
    “Yes!” God, yes. Like that, and so much more. Instinctively, she rubbed herself along the finger. Sensation flooded through her.
    A masculine groan echoed through the car. “So wet, Duchess.”
    Duchess?
    “You’re this wet for me?”
    “Mmmm.”
    He grazed the side of her neck with his teeth and then soothed the sting with his tongue. At the same time, he stroked slowly over her lips and clit, back and forth, barely touching yet applying enough pleasure that her head grew foggy.
    Exquisite. It felt exquisite. She should tell him, express her pleasure, but the only sound she seemed capable of making was a husky purr from deep inside her throat.
    Lily rocked her hips in time to his strokes and pushed against his hand, wanting more, wanting skin-to-skin contact.
    His skin was hot and rough, his touch capable and knowing. This was the hand of a man accustomed to both physical labor and a woman’s body.
    “Soft. Like silk.” He groaned again and claimed her mouth with his own.
    She gave herself over to his kiss, to his touch, to his caresses. And when he slid his finger inside her channel, her desire reached new levels.
    Oh, yes, this was a man used to a woman’s body. A man who knew how to touch it just right. His finger was thick, the skin rough, and it felt perfect inside her. Almost as good as if felt when he slid in a second digit. He gave her a couple of seconds to grow accustomed to the stretch and then fucked her soundly.
    There was no other way to describe it. His actions were unapologetically carnal. They reduced her—or should that be raised her?—to a trembling mass of physical sensation. Nothing else mattered. Just this. Just them. Lily and Angus.
    And in the back of her mind, Blake. He was always in the back of her mind. And thoughts of him only made her hotter. More aroused. Perhaps one day it would be his hand where Angus’s was. Maybe both of their hands together…
    Well, if that idea didn’t shoot her straight onto the path to orgasm. The climb was fast and furious. There was no way could Lily remain at this level of arousal, maintain this level of pleasure, when Angus continued to plunder. When his touch continued to delight and his taste still intoxicated.
    When thoughts of Blake titillated.
    Good wine never had this effect on her.
    Her knees trembled, straining as she strove to reach her peak. Her breath stuttered and vanished, forcing her to share Angus’s breath. Lily arched her back, chasing that ultimate descent into bliss.
    Close, so close. So incredible. So necessary. So—
    Angus stroked her clit.
    The orgasm crashed over her, wiping conscious thought from her mind. Her muscles tensed as wave upon wave of ecstasy took her.
    Long moments passed before Angus stilled his hands. Before his fingers ceased their relentless pursuit and delivery of her rapture. Before she collapsed back against the support of her seat, her breath coming in fast, short spurts.
    It took even longer moments before she could open her eyes and her body stopped humming to the beat of Angus’s very sensual, very sexy touch.
     
     
    “Take a left here,” Lily instructed, her voice still husky.
    The eye-catching sign on the side of the road confirmed they’d reached their destination. Rolling