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to be all but naked as she skipped across the damp grass to Howard.
Sure enough, as she emerged around the corner of the house and beckoned him to follow her to a more secluded part of the garden where they could talk, his eyes shot straight to the curve of her breasts pressing against the thin cotton. Imagination wasn’t needed to see the morning chill in the buds of her nipples.
“My darling, you are ravishing,” Howard growled, his desire as undisguised as any of his other emotions, once they were safe behind the tool shed.
Elizabeth exhaled on a giggle and stepped into his embrace as soon as they stopped. “No, I suspect it is you who would like to be ravishing right now.”
“Damned if you’re right.” His arms snaked around her, one hand lowering to squeeze her backside.
With nothing but cotton between them, his touch felt as fiery as if it was flesh to flesh. Elizabeth gasped as he pulled her against him, her inner muscles quivering with expectation. He swooped in to kiss her with raw carnality, and heaven help her, she loved it. His mouth was fierce and demanding over hers. His tongue invaded, taking and tasting. His free hand spread across her back, coaxing her to press her breasts firmly against his chest, and the hand that had captured her backside lifted her to grind against the bulge in his trousers.
She was not naïve enough to mistake his intentions. Howard Haskell wanted her in the most sinful…no, the most delicious way possible. He held and kissed and grasped her not as a dainty, ladylike flower, but as a woman of flesh and blood and caverns that he longed to fill. Every naughty whisper she’d ever shared with her friends and their older, married sisters about the things that went on between men and women flared to vivid life.
“Oh, Howard,” she sighed, loving how wild and sensual his name sounded on her lips.
“Elizabeth,” he rumbled.
He abandoned her backside to raise a hand to the collar of her nightgown, and with one quick tug had the ribbon holding it closed loose in his hand. Another fluid flick of his wrist, and he tugged the cotton down, exposing her breast to the morning mist and to him.
Howard drew in a breath, then paused, eyes darting across their surroundings. A heartbeat later, he lifted her to straddle his hips, took a few short steps to the tool shed, and pressed her back against it. Balancing her against the wall at a height to match his, he bent over and flicked his tongue against her already pert nipple, then closed his mouth around it and sucked.
A cry ripped from Elizabeth’s lungs that shocked her with its wantonness. She writhed against him, wriggling her hips in an attempt to cause friction where it would do the most good. Her nightgown slipped off of her other shoulder in the process, exposing her other breast. Howard’s mouth was hot and damp as he kissed and suckled first one, then the other. The fire of an impending explosion began to build inside of her. If she could only angle her hips just so, undulate against him just the right way—
“We must stop.” He peeled back from her, panting heavily.
“No,” Elizabeth mewled. “No, I don’t want to stop. Take me, Howard, finish me now.”
He growled, his brazen, teasing mischief transformed into molten desire that was almost fearful in its intensity. Still balancing her against the wall, her legs spread open over his hips, he reached for the hem of her nightgown. His fingers brushed against her leg, following the line of her muscle up to the juncture of her thighs.
Elizabeth gasped as his fingers slid against the slick folds of her women’s flesh, and she arched her head back as much as she could against the shed.
“God, you’re wet,” Howard hissed, his fingers playing against her.
His touch felt so good that sweat broke out along her skin, and when he slipped two fingers inside of her, reaching deep, she felt as though she might leap out of that skin. She cried out, and he along with her,
Sure enough, as she emerged around the corner of the house and beckoned him to follow her to a more secluded part of the garden where they could talk, his eyes shot straight to the curve of her breasts pressing against the thin cotton. Imagination wasn’t needed to see the morning chill in the buds of her nipples.
“My darling, you are ravishing,” Howard growled, his desire as undisguised as any of his other emotions, once they were safe behind the tool shed.
Elizabeth exhaled on a giggle and stepped into his embrace as soon as they stopped. “No, I suspect it is you who would like to be ravishing right now.”
“Damned if you’re right.” His arms snaked around her, one hand lowering to squeeze her backside.
With nothing but cotton between them, his touch felt as fiery as if it was flesh to flesh. Elizabeth gasped as he pulled her against him, her inner muscles quivering with expectation. He swooped in to kiss her with raw carnality, and heaven help her, she loved it. His mouth was fierce and demanding over hers. His tongue invaded, taking and tasting. His free hand spread across her back, coaxing her to press her breasts firmly against his chest, and the hand that had captured her backside lifted her to grind against the bulge in his trousers.
She was not naïve enough to mistake his intentions. Howard Haskell wanted her in the most sinful…no, the most delicious way possible. He held and kissed and grasped her not as a dainty, ladylike flower, but as a woman of flesh and blood and caverns that he longed to fill. Every naughty whisper she’d ever shared with her friends and their older, married sisters about the things that went on between men and women flared to vivid life.
“Oh, Howard,” she sighed, loving how wild and sensual his name sounded on her lips.
“Elizabeth,” he rumbled.
He abandoned her backside to raise a hand to the collar of her nightgown, and with one quick tug had the ribbon holding it closed loose in his hand. Another fluid flick of his wrist, and he tugged the cotton down, exposing her breast to the morning mist and to him.
Howard drew in a breath, then paused, eyes darting across their surroundings. A heartbeat later, he lifted her to straddle his hips, took a few short steps to the tool shed, and pressed her back against it. Balancing her against the wall at a height to match his, he bent over and flicked his tongue against her already pert nipple, then closed his mouth around it and sucked.
A cry ripped from Elizabeth’s lungs that shocked her with its wantonness. She writhed against him, wriggling her hips in an attempt to cause friction where it would do the most good. Her nightgown slipped off of her other shoulder in the process, exposing her other breast. Howard’s mouth was hot and damp as he kissed and suckled first one, then the other. The fire of an impending explosion began to build inside of her. If she could only angle her hips just so, undulate against him just the right way—
“We must stop.” He peeled back from her, panting heavily.
“No,” Elizabeth mewled. “No, I don’t want to stop. Take me, Howard, finish me now.”
He growled, his brazen, teasing mischief transformed into molten desire that was almost fearful in its intensity. Still balancing her against the wall, her legs spread open over his hips, he reached for the hem of her nightgown. His fingers brushed against her leg, following the line of her muscle up to the juncture of her thighs.
Elizabeth gasped as his fingers slid against the slick folds of her women’s flesh, and she arched her head back as much as she could against the shed.
“God, you’re wet,” Howard hissed, his fingers playing against her.
His touch felt so good that sweat broke out along her skin, and when he slipped two fingers inside of her, reaching deep, she felt as though she might leap out of that skin. She cried out, and he along with her,
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