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If no one else will revive my favorite thread, I guess it's up to me. :-)
This is a historical, and the scene is of a secondary couple, who are hiding, pressed together in the back of a wagon.
"This is not a good idea," she whispered.
"What else do you suggest? There are layers of clothing between us and a driver within a foot of us. Between the two it should manage to keep us relatively chaste. We can lie here in pious reflection, thinking pure thoughts."
He was lying. She could feel him against her, the hard flesh that couldn't be mistaken, pressing against her intimately. The motion of the carriage rocked him against her, and a little shiver ran over her body. She closed her eyes in the enveloping darkness and tried to pray.
Bump... bump... bump... The friction was gentle but insistent, and he seemed to become bigger still, harder, and she knew it wasn't her imagination. The rhythm of the wagon was setting an age-old rhythm in their bodies and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
She put her hands on his shoulders, pushing at him. "You need to get off me," she whispered. "This isn't right."
Bump... bump... bump... She was shivering, not quite sure why, cold and hot at the same time. She had no idea what was going on with her body, only that it was sinful and wicked and out of her control. Bump... bump... bump..
"Hush, love," he whispered in her ear. "Just let go."
She couldn't. She could hear the noise of a village as they passed through, and if she moved, said anything, it would give them away. all she could do was lie there and feel the strange, clutching fire move from her breasts to her loins, to the spot between her legs where he was pressed.
It was growing worse, far worse, and she tried to shift him, but he covered her like a second self, only that one part of him was so different, so demanding. And she wanted to slide her hand down between their bodies and touch him. Which shocked her far more than it would shock even a gentle monk.
Bump... bump... bump... she couldn't stop shaking. She was past speech, her heart was hammering against her chest, her breathing so labored she thought the world could hear.
He put his long fingers over her mouth, to stil her. "Don't cry out," he whispered. His own voice was strained, and no wonder. Any other man would have spilled his seed on her. Any other man would have lost control long ago. Bump... bump... bump...
"Bite me when you come," he whispered. "That way no one will hear you."
"It's going to happen whether you like it or not. Go ahead, love. Find your pleasure."
She couldn't find the words to tell him he was mad. That he didn't know what he was talking about. But his fingers silenced her mouth and she could no longer speak and bump... bump... bump...
Her body went completely rigid beneath his, as a tiny thousand sparks of light raced beneath her skin. She tried to cry out, but his hand kept her silent. It seemed to last forever, and then she went limp beneath him, afraid she might faint.
He took his hand from her mouth, turned her head to face his and kissed her mouth. And for the first time in her life, without thinking, she kissed someone back.
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Well that sounds interesting! Sounds like a historical western...and I don't read those so I have no guess. But if that's secondary characters I can't wait to see how hot the primary characters are!
gosh I'm gettin' that one for sure! I've only read a few historical westerns. A few by Stacey Kayne and two by Sarah McCarty and that scene wasn't in any of those I read...is it a new book? McCarty has a new one that's supposed to be out...post some more! :-)
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a wagon and not a western..hmm...
ETA: oops, says' village'...western would hve 'town'...gosh I'm too new to historical to know but hopefully it's one I've bought and have in myTBR!
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medieval? Not normally my style but I can make an exception! So - I wonder if they are on their way to an execution? Or trying to escape? She sounds very pious and unaware of her body...although what a way for a body to awaken. ;)
Sorry, the reason that I didn't reveal is that I didn't want to do the next one. I am not feeling the best today and didn't want to do all of that typing.
Hidden Honor by Anne Stuart
I'll do one.
He stood naked before the mirror.
"So, of time she's had enough and of me, well, we'll soon see."
He glanced to the door and in second thought picked up his robe and donned it so the sudden sight of his nakedness would not disturb her further.
"Hell," he thought, "I've dallied long enough. I've set a task and it must be done."
He strode to the door and paused before it. With all his self-control, his breath came quickly and his heart beat high in his throat. He swallowed and squared his shoulders, taking a deep breath, and pushed open the door. The canopy curtains were half drawn about the bed and H was nowhere in sight.
"Oh, God, I've pushed too hard," he thought fearfully. "She's gone. She's flown from me."
He took two large paces into the room and some slight movement from the bed drew his attention. He slowly turned in relief and closed the door, draping his robe across a chair beside it, then moved softly toward the food of the bed and around it to the parted curtains.
The breath caught in his throat as he saw her and his blood surged through his veins in a violent rush as his senses were filled with her presence. His eyes swept her body in one long passionate caress. Her hair fell freely about her shoulders as she lay half reclining on her side among the pillows with the covers drawn out of the way to the food of the bed. The gown teased him with its cloud of sheer blue, leaving one lovely hip and leg bare as it fell open from her narrow waist to be caught coyly between her thighs. Her breasts pressed against its transparency and lured him with their urgency to be out, causing his breathing to become labored and hard. She smiled softly and her eyes held a seductive promise as she raised an arm to him. Almost fearing that he was in a dream, he bent over the edge of the bed, and she slipped her hand behind his neck and drew him down to her. Her skin was warm and silky smooth against him, and her intoxicating fragrance encircled him as her arms did. His hands slid to the ribbons of her gown, and her breath whispered in his ear.
"It took you long enough, my darling."
B's world reeled and he grasped her tightly to him, murmuring soft words as his lips sought the tempting flesh of her thoat.
"H........Oh, H," he rasped. "I've wanted you for so long, hungered for you. I couldn't bear it a moment longer."
His mouth eagerly took hers and their bodies strained together hungrily, B's nearly famished for the full draught of love, H's just beginning to taste it. She moaned softly under his exploring, practiced hands, his fierce, fevered kisses and clung to him as she gave herself wholly to his passion, becoming so enmeshed in its intensity that she found herself returning it with a wild and free abandon that amazed herself as well as him. She felt his manhood against her, gently searching as he tried not to be rough in his eagerness, and reached down a hand to give assistance. When first she touched him, she almost recoiled with surprise at the warmth and passion he displayed, but at his hoarsely muttered encouragement led him on to his nest and felt that heat and pride press deep within her. Her eyes widened at the sensation inspired and in the soft light she saw her husband's face above her, his features sharp and hardened with excitement. He seemed to luxuriate in the moment, so intimate, so tender between them. To her he appeared as some splendid, godlike being. Murmuring her love to him, she slid her arms about his neck, pressing her soft breasts into the mat of hair that covered his chest, and pulled his head down to hers. Her kiss was full and inviting, without reserve, flaming under his lips as her small tongue penetrated between. B trembled above her, holding her close, and began to move, gently at first, taking care, but the violence of their passion consumed them both and they forgot themselves in its mounting storm. A startled murmur broke from her lips as she at last found what awaited her.
And he gloried in his triumph as they were dissolved in a mutual fire which died slowly, leaving them cinders on the hearth of love
Well, darn it. I got on too late to guess the last one:P And yeah, Hidden Honor is on my keeper shelf. I know I've read this one too, but "hearth of love" kinda makes me doubt I kept it:P
This is actually the first book I've ever read by this author, but it is also an older book. It's from the 70's if that helps at all. Since it is the first book I've read by this author I can't tell you a lot about the author, but in the book. The heroine is from england and was raised by her aunt and uncle who were very mean to her and the hero is a captain of a ship and his home is america or the new world(not sure how they refer to it in the book). It is a historical. Let me know if you need more hints.