Miller, Raine - The Undoing of a Libertine (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Free Page A

won’t even notice he’s carrying the both of us.” Jeremy reached up a hand to give the great horse an affectionate pat on the neck. “He’s gentle as a lamb around ladies.”
    “No, sir.” She shook her head gently, making the cool rain dripping off her nose look absurd.
    “I must insist. This rain is piss—” He cleared his throat and tried again, cursing himself for speaking so coarsely. “Um, the rain shower, it’s quite fierce at the moment. You realize you shouldn’t subject yourself to the wet chill longer than need be. Think of your health.”
    She looked hesitant, unsure, shifting her weight as she stood there sizing his offer. Probably sizing him up as well.
    He knew the uncontrollable urge to convince her. “I intend to get out of this rain myself, Miss Georgina, and I cannot do that if you won’t come with me. I’ll not leave you here alone on the road in a downpour,” he told her determinedly. “Come with me.” Jeremy reached out his hand to her. “You know who I am. It’s all right.”
    She stared at him, her eyes darting, as if making a decision to trust him or bolt back into the woods. Just like a nervous filly . She bit the corner of her bottom lip, probably having no idea how charming she looked in her indecision. Her lips were dark pink and full, puckered at the corner of her mouth where her teeth came together with flesh in between. How do those lips taste, I wonder? Will I ever know? I want to know.
    Jeremy smiled gently, bobbing his arm that extended the hand. “You are safe with me.”
    Those were the magic words apparently.
    She stepped forward.
    Good girl. As she put a wavering palm into his, he felt warmth in their handclasp through the leather of his glove. The elegant bones of her hand fit nicely into his, he thought.
    “Let me help you up,” he warned before reaching for her waist. He felt her flinch slightly when his hands gripped and lifted her. Knowing her to be an accomplished rider, he assumed her confidence in finding her seat, but she didn’t show much surety in her manner. He observed trembling as she bent her knee around the pommel, fashioning it an impromptu sidesaddle.
    “I won’t be too secure this way, I’m afraid,” she murmured.
    “Not to worry. I’ll see that you stay on.” He mounted up. Seated behind her and off the saddle, he had to draw close to her back in order to fit the both of them. She tensed at the brush of his body. Jeremy took hold of the reins, his arms reaching around her and coming to rest against her sides, level with her breasts. He clicked at Samson, and the horse moved out, seemingly unconcerned at the extra passenger.
    Inhaling, he caught the essence of eglantine wafting up from her neck. The gentle scent went straight to his brain, and from there, his prick. Not now, you idiot. A cockstand pressing into her arse won’t win you any favors!
    And oh, dear Lord! His mind went rampant with imaginings of her most certainly lovely derrière underneath all those skirts. And it presented mere inches from one whopping erection straining eagerly to get out. Christ, help me!
    Keeping his wits clear enough to refrain from putting his lips onto her neck was easier said than done. Oh, how he wanted to. The image of her sitting on the bank, donning her stockings, danced still fresh in his mind. He remembered those gorgeous long legs of hers. He wanted to see them again. He wanted those legs wrapped around his hips when he buried his cock to the—
    Think of something else—think of something else—anything but that!
    “What finds you out today without your h–horse, Miss Georgina?” He really needed to rearrange himself. At the crotch.
    “Why do you ask, Mr. Greymont?”
    “Am I correct in remembering you to be an avid rider? I don’t recall you walking when you could ride instead.”
    “Your memory is sound, sir.” She sighed before continuing. “Were it an option, I would indeed have ridden today.”
    “Is your horse