She’d never felt anything like it before. Lust, hot and powerful, shot through her. It must be lust. She’d read about it. Even thought about it if she was being honest, but she’d never experienced it. Never imagined she’d have the opportunity to experience it. His mouth shaped hers and his tongue plunged again. Again. She was mad for him. She wrapped her arms around his strong, warm neck. He pulled her tight against him. His body was all hard muscles and planes and perfectly male. His strong, warm hands came up to cup her cheeks, his fingers lightly caressing the sides of her face. He kissed her again and again, not letting go, not stopping. Her lips were swollen, hot, wet. So were other parts … lower parts of her body. His mouth moved off hers and trailed a damp path to her ear. His tongue skimmed over the edge. Her entire body quivered.

“Easy,” he whispered huskily into her ear. “I won’t hurt you.”

She didn’t reply, only found his mouth again blindly with her own and coaxed his tongue back into contact with hers. She rubbed herself against his thigh, lightly whimpering, wanting to feel more, more, more.

The kisses slowly wound down and became more languorous. His tongue replaced by the feel of his warm, strong lips against hers. He kissed the side of her mouth, once, twice, and pulled himself away. Was he shaking a little?

So was she.

“As much as I’d love to finish what we started,” he said in a voice that was definitely shaking, “we should probably get back, my lady.”

All she could do was nod unevenly.

He took a deep breath. “My cousin might be wondering where I’ve got off to. Lucy’s one to come looking.”

Jane’s stomach plummeted. She gasped and held her breath.

Oh, my God. I just kissed Upton!

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Jane gulped. Not only had she just kissed Upton, but she’d liked it! Worse, she was about to kiss him again. Because even though he’d said they should get back, Upton’s hands were pulling her back to him, and his mouth found hers again.

She was mindless, thoughtless, as if she were suspended in time, completely unable to stop the whirlwind of lust she’d been swept into.

This is madness. This is madness. This is madness.

She repeated the words to herself over and over, even as she met each of Upton’s thrusts with her tongue, and let her fingers tangle in his dark, curly hair again.

Oh, God. Upton was not only handsome and seductive, he was driving her wild with his mouth. How was this happening?

But it’s Upton. It’s Upton. It’s Upton.

Rational thought told her she should push him away immediately, but rational thought was long gone from this room. All she could concentrate on was the feel of his warm hand on her breast and how it intensified the ache between her thighs.

“Tell me to stop,” he demanded against her mouth.