"That's it," he coaxed, and massaged her faster.
Her mind confused the sensation with his deeper penetration. He had stopped, hadn't he? Need rose on a tide and she remembered this same feeling from the night he'd given her pleasure. God forgive her, she wanted that now. He began flicking her sensitive nub. She lifted her hips and in the next instant he shoved into her hilt deep. A split second of tearing pain, then he lay on her unmoving.
She waited, suddenly lucid and uncertain. Did a wife tell her husband to get himself off her when he had just taken her virginity?
His chest rose then fell with a deep breath…and he kissed her. Warmth began a slow spread through her. He grasped her hands, raised them over her head and threaded his fingers with hers. Then he began moving inside her. This was nothing like a moment ago. He slid effortlessly in and out of her slick channel. Her heart rate kicked up. His hips rocked against her with each slow stroke of his rod along her walls. Phoebe laced her fingers more tightly with his. He thrust faster, harder. She drew a shaky breath. Pleasure tickled at the edges of consciousness. She clamped her legs around his hips and startled at the sensations that radiated through her. Tentatively, she lifted her hips to meet his surge. The tip of his penis seemed to crash into the back of her wall.
He groaned and crushed her deeper into the mattress with a fierce thrust. A mixture of pleasure and pain shot through her. His hips slammed into her with each powerful plunge deeper. Kiernan abruptly shifted and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Blinding pleasure surged through Phoebe. She squeezed her eyes shut. A bright white light blurred her vision behind her eyelids. Her muscles tightened around Kiernan in climax. A hoarse groan rumbled through his chest and he ground himself against her. He released her fingers and slid his arms around her, squeezing so that she could scarce catch her breath. But the discomfort was flooded by the ripples of aftershock that radiated through her body. He pounded into her, then gave a final thrust that seemed to reach clear to her core.
"Phoebe."
The hoarse whisper sent a strange ripple of emotion through her as the pleasure subsided on smaller then smaller waves. He thrust again, slowly. Phoebe wrapped her arms around his shoulders in the last seconds as he moved inside her then finally relaxed.
They lay unmoving for a long moment, their bodies slicked with sweat, then Kiernan slid from her. Cool air washed over her heated flesh. He pulled the blanket up over them, then tugged her backside against him. Phoebe blinked at the stars that winked in the night sky through the window, then closed her eyes.
CHAPTER TWENTY—ONE
Phoebe awoke chilled. She glanced around the darkened room, her eyes unfocused. She shivered and tugged the bedcovers up over her shoulders—then remembered. By heavens, she had let her husband bed her in a brothel. Worse, she'd liked it.
A faint noise sounded. She shifted her gaze to the left where a sliver of light shone beneath a door she thought opened to a closet. Did the door connect to another room? She threw back the covers and grimaced when cool air rolled across her naked body. Phoebe pulled a blanket from the bed, wrapped it around her, and crept to the door. She placed her ear against the wood but heard nothing, so lowered herself onto her knees and looked under the door. Another door was visible fifteen feet away. A closet connected another room, she realized, and the opposite door was open.
Phoebe stood and slowly turned the knob. The door clicked open, and she waited for any sounds of alert, but silence followed. Carefully, she inched opened the door and the murmur of Kiernan's voice reached her. She strained to make out his words, but his voice was pitched too low. She tiptoed across the floor to the door and peeked through the crack. Her view included an armoire beside a window. She eased closer to the door and cocked her ear as close to the opening as possible.
Kiernan quieted, another voice murmured something, then Kiernan said, “What better way to catch a traitor?”
“We should go,” the man said.
Kiernan sighed. “I had more pleasant plans for the morning, but if we hurry, I may make it back before my wife wakes. Give me a moment."
Phoebe's pulse jumped. Footsteps approached the door. She sprinted for the opposite door and reached it in two leaps, carefully shut it, and ran the last few paces to the bed. She threw the blanket over her as she turned toward the wall. A moment later, the door softly clicked and the soft pad of feet neared, then stopped. Phoebe forced even breathing as if asleep, and he left. She waited another moment, then sprang from the bed and dressed.