He had to have her now, spend himself inside her. He hadn’twanted the risk of getting a bastard on her last night, but now he wouldn’tdeny himself the pleasure of filling her with his seed. She was his. Theirchild, should one occur, would be his. The idea warmed him more than he liked,and only served to make him harder.
He tore at his necktie, finally undoing it, and returned hisattentions to her corset. At last, he undid the last fastener on the offendinggarment and tossed it to the floor. Her chemise was not much of a barrier. Hecupped her breasts through its delicate fabric, gratified by her pebble-hardnipples hungry and eager for his touch. Damn but he was going to enjoy eachsecond of making her his again and again.
Maggie was simultaneously terrified and thrilled. She wasabout to make love with her husband for the first time since they’d discoveredeach other’s true identities. The knowledge heightened her every sense. Itseemed at once surreal that the man who had been a mystery to her was now inher arms. He had agreed to her madcap suggestion of playing the role of herlover for an entire month. She wouldn’t have believed it just two days before.Indeed, she scarcely believed it now. Nor would she have wanted it, but theirlovemaking had changed everything.
He tugged her chemise up over her head and she helped him,tossing it away without a hint of shyness. Cool air made her nipples tighten toeven harder peaks. The way he looked at her bare breasts set her aflame. He wasonce again her voracious lover, his every heated caress enough to make her wildwith wanting.
He lowered his head and sucked an engorged nipple. Shemoaned. His mouth on her was her undoing. She clawed at his shirt, wanting tofeel his well-muscled chest without the hindrance of his attire.
He grinned and looked up at her. “Patience, my dear, is avirtue.” His tongue flicked against her, prolonging the sweet tug of arousalhis ministrations produced. But even as he chastised her, he tore his shirtfrom his body.
At last. She ran her eager hands down his chest to the whorlof hair on his taut belly that led to his trousers and an even greater prize.When she cupped the rigid outline of his cock, the breath escaped from hislungs. He caught her other nipple between his teeth, exerting just enoughpressure to send a new, poignant sensation directly to her already swollen sex.
Her nimble fingers found the fastening on his trousers andopened them. He was wonderfully naked beneath, his member hot, hard and velvetyall at once. She gripped him, gratified when he grew even larger in her hand.Touching him brought a sweet blossoming ache to her sex, a need for him to beinside her where he belonged. Dear heavens, she feared she was thoroughlydebauched. A flush chased the ordinary paleness from her cheeks, heating them.
“Ah hell,” he murmured against the generous swell of herbreast. He licked a naughty path around first one nipple, then another. “If youinsist upon playing with my cock like that, I’m going to fill your hand with mycome instead of your cunny.”
His plain speech was shocking yet titillating. The thoughtof him spending his seed inside her was intoxicating. She was curious too,wondering how it would feel. Last time, he had withdrawn from her. She thoughtthen of his warning and was confused in her newness to lovemaking. “Do you notlike my touch?”
“Quite the opposite,” he growled, his tone gruff. When shewould have withdrawn, he pressed her hand to him, urging her to move up anddown his shaft. With his other hand, he cupped the back of her head. His eyesmelted into hers. “I don’t know what you’ve done to me, woman.”
She stared back at him, this enigmatic man who was herhusband and her lover both, who had never wanted to make her his. But he had.And everything would forever be different between them. “I don’t know whatyou’ve done to me either,” she returned, breathless. “But I don’t want it toend.”
His mouth crushed down on hers for a hungry kiss. She leanedinto him, still stroking his ever-growing cock. He felt so beautiful and longin her palm. She thought of how much pleasure he would bring her and adelicious dampness began soaking her between her thighs. Their tongues mated,their breaths becoming almost as one. His scent consumed her, that blend ofmusk and spice that was innately his. She pushed his trousers from his hips andbarely heard him kick away his shoes and the remnants of his evening finery.Now he was as naked as she. Maggie was caught helplessly in his thrall,overcome by the pleasure that threatened to consume her.
He broke off their kiss, his breathing as erratic as hers.His gaze was dark and verdant as new grass in the spring. “The bed,” he said.“Now.”
They moved as one across the chamber. When they reached thehigh tester, he gently lifted her bottom onto the mattress. “Lie down,” hecommanded.
She scooted back into the center of the bed, very consciousof her nudity yet still aroused by his smoldering air. Watching him silently,she sank into the soft, sweet-smelling coverlet, her mostly intact coiffure abit of an uncomfortable lump behind her head. He was eying her as if he were astarving man and she the feast laid out before him. She shivered withanticipation as her eyes traveled over his fine form, lingering on the cockthat rose proud and full between his thighs. She was anxious to once again feelhim within her.
As if sensing her thoughts, he stroked himself. How shewished she could touch but she dared not move. She wanted to please him. Theywere playing a wicked game, seeing who could outlast the other, and it onlyserved to intensify her longing.
“Do you want my cock, Maggie?” he asked slowly, his voicedark with sensual promise.
She licked her lips, anticipation mounting. “I do.”
“Open for me,” he directed, still not moving to join her onthe bed. “I want to see you in the light.”
Slowly, she did as he asked, parting her legs to expose hermost intimate self to him. She’d never felt more vulnerable or more alive. He wastruly a sinful man, and she had a feeling she’d only just begun to witness hiswild side.
“Touch yourself,” he said, shocking her with his request.
She bit her lip, hesitating, uncertain of what to do, how todo it. But he waited with such intensity that she didn’t want to disappointhim. Slowly, she lowered her right hand to her mound, pressing her fingers tothe tender nub there once, then twice. Warmth diffused through her, along witha demanding ache for release. As he watched, she toyed with herself, all thewhile never removing her gaze from his handsome face.
“That’s it, darling. How does it feel?”
“It feels very good,” she admitted, though surely it was asin. “But not as good as when you touch me.”
His eyes darkened. “Place a finger inside yourself.”
If she’d been shocked before, she was scandalized now.Desire sluiced over her. She stared at him, wondering if she ought to do ashe’d asked. It seemed so terribly naughty, and yet she realized she wanted it.There was something infinitely delicious about his green gaze upon her, hisvelvety voice commanding her to bring herself pleasure.
“Go on, darling,” he urged. “For me?”
That proved her undoing. Maggie slid her fingers lower, tothe entrance of her body. Her folds were slippery and soft, incrediblysensitized. Her gaze never leaving his, she sank a finger inside.
“My God, woman,” he said on a groan, the desire she sawreflected in his slackened expression only serving to heighten hers.
