All The Ways To Ruin A Rogue(70)
“I don’t know . . . would we fit . . .”
“Oh, we’d make it work.” Then a pained sound escaped him. “But it can’t come to that, Aurelia. Do you understand?”
No, she didn’t. With the hard rod of him stroking against her, she didn’t understand.
She whimpered again, the throb between her legs twisting, squeezing almost in protest. She tightened her fingers around him and pumped once . . . twice . . .
He gasped. “Aurelia, stop.”
“I want it, Camden. I ache so much . . .”
His breathing grew rougher, filling her ears. “Aurelia . . . you don’t know . . .” And yet even as his uttered this, he thrust against her sex, molding the fabric to her wetness.
“I do!” Her free hand swept around the curve of his hip, digging into the firm curve of his backside. “I’m no ignorant miss. I want what you give every other woman. I want to feel this . . .” She rolled her thumb over the plump tip of him. A bead of moisture rose to kiss her thumb, and she shuddered with need. “ . . . inside me.”
He was panting now, and she felt powerful. In control of him for the first time in her life. Before, she had always felt at his mercy, floundering and powerless. Now, in this moment, she felt very much in control.
“Aurelia.” He angled his head, studying her. He lifted one hand to brush the hair back from her face.
“Don’t you want that?” she whispered, her voice throaty in a way she had never thought herself capable. It was as though she were looking outside herself, watching someone else—a siren confident in her powers of seduction.
“God, yes.”
“Then what are you waiting for, Camden?” She hiked her skirts higher around her hips. He slid a hand beneath the ribboned garters holding her stockings in place, and goose bumps broke out on her naked thighs.
She shoved a lifetime of breeding to the wayside and followed the demanding, clenching pulse between her legs, letting it guide her.
She squeezed her thighs around his hips, urging him closer. He obliged, grinding the length of him against her. She gasped at the friction, desperate for more pressure. She knew she should be mortified at the moisture dampening her drawers, but he felt too good against her. The ache low in her belly twisted and tightened. She gasped, rocking against him. Close. So close to something big. Bigger and deeper than even that day against the back of the house. Her breath quickened, noisy pants coming in quick succession.
“Aurelia!”
The shout of her name sounded far away.
“Aurelia!”
She blinked and jerked, noticing then that Max had fallen to disturbing stillness. Her clouded vision focused, crystallizing on his unsmiling face, his handsome features stark and grim in a way she had never seen in him.
Her heart skipped, watching him in dread. Without turning around, he tucked himself back inside his trousers. She quickly shoved her skirts back down and peered over his shoulder.
Her stomach plummeted. Will and Violet stood just inside the study. Will looked like he might be ill, all blood leeched from his face.
Violet placed a hand on Will’s shoulder, as though restraining him from moving forward.
Aurelia slid off the desk, but her legs felt like pudding. She started to crumble but Max caught her with a hand on her elbow.
She nodded her thanks, but deliberately avoided looking at him. Right now she couldn’t meet his gaze. Not with Will looking at her as though he had never seen her before. From the way her brother’s gaze swung and sharpened, she knew Max had turned to face him.