A Penny's Worth of Affection novel Chapter 71

"You want me." It was a statement, not a question. Penny felt the words leave her lips, and in the closed carriage, she could hear the passion in her words.

Phillip had not moved since his confession, his eyes taking in her reaction, not missing a single thing. "Yes."

Penny moved to sit beside him, her eyes never leaving his. She was filled with a new sense of her power over him, the desire he felt for her eroding any hesitation she may have felt before. She placed a hand on his thigh, the hard muscles rippling beneath her touch. "Why did you tell me?" she whispered.

Phillip placed his hand over hers and lifted it, moving her hand away from his thigh. "I wanted to let you know I do not hate you." He studied her small and for a moment then lifted it to his lips, pressing a kiss on the palm. "You are so exquisite. It is hard to keep my head around you. Ah dammit..."

He tugged suddenly, causing her to fall against him, sliding a hand under her chin and capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, groaning at how soft and warm her mouth was against his own. He felt her gloved hand on his cheek, stroking him tenderly and he reached up and tugged off the glove, tossing it to the floor.

Phillip sighed when her warm bare flesh touched him again. Ah, so sweet, and he wanted more. How could this mere slip of a girl ignite such need in him to rip off her gown and petticoats and make sweet love to every inch of her delectable body? Phillip wondered even as he lifted her, careful to avoid jolting her sprained ankle and settled her over his thighs in a froth of petticoats, her breasts at level with his face, tempting him for a taste. Penny came willingly, any resistance dissolving in a cloud of overwhelming need.

"Phillip," she moaned into his mouth when his hands lightly caressed her breast. "Phillip...I..."

The sound of his name on her lips broke any barriers Phillip had. With a groan, he searched for the tiny row of buttons at the back of her gown, making quick work of the fastenings, then tugged her chemise and shift down, allowing her breasts to spill free. She gasped when he closed his mouth over one peaked nipple and sucked.

"Oh God!" Penny moaned, throwing her head back at the sweet sensation of his sucking, feeling his hands reach for her skirts and petticoats, gathering the bundle and lifting till her thighs were exposed. Then she stiffened when his fingers stroked the inside of her thighs, moving higher even as his mouth moved from one nipple to the other. This was madness, but she knew she never wanted it to end. She wanted more.

Somewhere at the back of his mind, Phillip was aware he was going much too fast. This was her first time, and it would be wrong to take her virtue in such a manner. He needed to stop, but then she moved beneath his exploring fingers, and suddenly, he was at the very core of her. "Ah, hell. Penny, we need to stop..." Even as he spoke, his fingers stroked her, teasing her, taking her to heights she had never attained until she stiffened and cried out as wave after wave of orgasm swept through her. She screamed his name and clutched onto him as she came, the strange pleasurable feeling lingering even after he withdrew his fingers and continued to kiss her.

"Please don't..." she cut in, wishing she were anywhere except in the carriage with him at that very moment. She would die of shame if he apologized, so she did not wish to hear him. "I am dressed and would like to go home."

He sighed in resignation and rapped on the roof once again. "Very well. We will discuss this at another time."

She nodded, and they both fell silent until the vehicle pulled to a halt. Penny let him assist her inside the house then bade him a curt farewell, allowing the maids to lead her up the stairs to her room.

Alone at last, she collapsed on the bed and sobbed herself to sleep.