Masquerade (Scandalous Ballroom Encounters Book 1) by Victoria Vale Read Free Book Online

he teased. “Shall I venture to guess that this is your very first season?”
    The carriage was dark, but in the beat of silence that followed, he imagined her blushing.
    “You are correct,” she replied. “I will admit to not being very worldly. I am just a young lady who wishes to be free from the constraints of society for one night. I thought a masquerade at Vauxhall just the place for it.”
    “You certainly chose well. There are no rules at Vauxhall, and thank Heavens for it, or I might not have ever found you.”
    Her throaty laughter reached out at him from across the carriage.
    “Never tell me you are grateful for the company of one such as myself. I have observed you in many ballrooms. You have never lacked for female companionship. I doubt you lack for such behind closed doors, either.”
    He grinned. “Yes, you have the right of it.”
    “If … if you wish a companion with more … experience … I would understand.”
    For a moment, the mask of the seductress slipped and he could see the insecurities of a wallflower emerging. Was he really such a heel that he’d never noticed her? Christ, what a vivacious little thing. He could hardly imagine being in a room with Maggie without being aware of her electrifying presence.
    Deciding he couldn’t wait another moment to get his hands on her—and put her self-doubt to rest once and for all—he went to his knees on the carriage floor. His hands found her ankles, his fingers caressing the silk of her stockings.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    “Maggie,” he replied, lifting her skirts over her knees and revealing garters that matched her gown. “If I wanted a woman with experience, I would have found one. What I want is to be the first to taste your sweet honeypot. The first to know what it is to be inside you. Do you understand?”
    She shivered and fell back against the seat as his hands skimmed her thighs.
    “You wish to ruin me,” she whispered.
    “So thoroughly and completely you’ll never want any other man to touch you again,” he growled, his thumb finding her swollen clitoris through the silken curls between her legs.
    She whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand.
    “Yes!” she cried.
    A rush of moisture met his searching fingers as he stroked her, steadily rubbing her little button in circles and dipping down to caress the slick folds.
    “I want that, Camden. Ruin me.”
    At her passionate plea, he lost his grip on control and lowered his head, desperate for a taste of her. The scent of her arousal gripped him and pulled him in, causing his mouth to water. He parted the plump lips of her mons with his fingers and pressed his mouth to her.
    He moaned, his tongue meeting hot, wet, feminine flesh. He pressed his palms against the insides of her thighs and pushed them farther apart, opening her up to him. Closing his lips around the tight pearl of her pleasure, he reached up with one hand and snatched down the front of her bodice. Her breasts bounced free, and one of them filled his hand, the nipple tightening and tickling his palm. He pinched the little pink bud between his thumb and forefinger and gently pulled, earning another flood of moisture from between her legs and a sharp cry from her lips.
    The rock and sway of the carriage, combined with the instinctive movement of Maggie’s hips, caused the perfect friction between her and his tongue. He lapped at her, timing his strokes with the movement of her hips, concentrating his efforts on the little bundle of nerves at her center. She’d become so wet, it was nothing for him to slide two fingers inside of her.
    Maggie trembled, moaning with wild abandon, heedless to the driver and footman just outside the vehicle. The devil take them all, Camden didn’t give a bloody damn if they heard her, so long as he was the one giving her such pleasure.
    “Ah … oh, Camden,” she groaned, her hips undulating against his fingers and tongue. “Oh … oh, that feels so … oh, Avonleah