This time, his love was for his unwanted American bride,plain old Margaret Emilia Desmond.
Maggie smiled, opening her arms to him as he joined her onthe bed. His body was hard and delicious, pressing into her soft curvesprecisely where she wanted him. His large, knowing hand swept over her waist,stopping at her hip. With his other arm, he propped himself up, looking downupon her.
“Do you forgive me, Maggie?”
His wicked fingers dipped into her slick folds then,momentarily robbing her of breath as a spike of desire shot through her. Shearched into him, wanting more. “Of course I do.” How could she not, when he hadso plainly bared the darkest part of himself for her to see? She thought againof the glimpses she’d seen of the lonely boy he’d been, and her heart ached.She wanted to make him whole, to erase that part of his past. To fill his lifewith so much love and laughter that he no longer felt alone.
He lowered his head so that their foreheads nearly touched,his hot breath fanning her lips. “Bloody hell, woman. You’ll be the undoing ofme.”
Feeling bold, she reached between them to where his cock wasrigid and insistent against her belly. She curled her fingers around hislength, stroking him as she’d come to learn he liked. “I certainly hope so,”she returned, gratified when she heard his sharp intake of breath. She ran herthumb slowly over the head of his cock. “For you have already become theundoing of me.”
“Have I, my love?” He dropped a lingering kiss on her readymouth.
When he would have pulled away, she pressed him to her withher free hand, opening her mouth for his tongue. An answering surge of pleasurehit her, making her hungry for more. To claim him. To be claimed by him. Shewas undeniably his, and she wanted him to take her hard and fast, to make herexplode with her climax and wash away the last remnants of pain between them.
To make a fresh beginning.
She wanted to show him just how much she wanted him, howdeeply she cared. Maggie broke away from the kiss and pushed at his shoulders,urging him gently to his back. He stared at her, comprehension dawning in hisvivid eyes.
“Maggie, you needn’t.”
She smiled at him before lowering her head to press a pathof kisses down over his chest, to his lean stomach. When she reached his cock,she kissed slowly down his length. His strained groan told her she was givinghim the same pleasure he so freely gave her.
“But I must,” she whispered before taking the tip of himinto her mouth.
Her jerked against her, his hand settling into her hair asanother moan left him. She licked, sucked, loving the taste of him, the muskyscent that was innately his. At his guidance, she took him deep into her throatagain and again.
“Enough,” he growled, gripping her arms to pull her back upagainst him. “I want to come inside you, darling, not in your mouth.”
His words sent a wave of desire over her. He caught her tohim for another ravenous kiss. Their tongues tangled. He rolled her onto herback, his hands sliding down to her cunny. He played a lazy rhythm over hersensitive nub, working her into a frenzy. She gripped his cock again, imaginingit inside her, wanting him so badly she ached with it. He sank a finger deepinside her pussy, the small invasion a decadent tease for the one she trulylonged for.
Simon broke the kiss, his breathing as ragged as hers. “Areyou ready for me, darling?”
“Yes,” she hissed on a quick exhalation. When he removed hisfingers, she guided him to her throbbing cunny. A tip of her hips and one swiftthrust from him, and he was inside her. She reveled in the sensation, theoverwhelming pleasure of it all.
He hooked her legs around his waist, and they both gave into the abandon of their desire, straining against each other, hands in eachother’s hair. He thrust into her repeatedly, lowering his head to suck a nippleinto his mouth. She was mindless, heedless to anything now but having more ofhim, all of him, faster, harder, deeper. Dear heavens, how she wanted him. Sheclimaxed suddenly and violently, clenching down on his cock in a series ofshuddering spasms.
He groaned, rocked into her and spent his seed. The hotspurt of him within her was enough to have her shuddering all over again. Helowered himself over her completely, his big body pinning hers to the bed as hegave her another lingering kiss. As the world slowly returned to normal, sheclutched him to her, holding on to the love she’d never thought she’d find. Hewas unbearably precious to her, this stranger she’d crossed an ocean to marry.At long last, he was truly hers.
She realized that in the flurry of their lovemaking, she’dforgotten to tell him. It struck her that he hadn’t required it of her, that hehad simply been willing to love her without her loving him in return. Theselfish lord she’d married had somehow become a selfless husband. The wordsshe’d withheld from him rose past the lump of happy tears in her throat.
“I love you,” she said into the sated silence that hadfallen between them.
He raised his head to look down at her, cupping her facewith a hand. “You do?”
The unadulterated hope in his voice was enough to make herinner dam burst. The tears broke free, slipping down her cheeks as she smiledup at him. “I do.”
“Then why the bloody hell are you crying, my darling?” hedemanded in typical, blustery Simon fashion.
She laughed then, marveling at the wonderful way life had ofworking out for the best when she’d least expected it. “Because you’ve made mea very happy woman,” she said.
“And you’ve made me the happiest man in all of England,” hetold her, dropping another swift kiss on her mouth before rolling to his sideand holding her tightly against him.
Sated and overwhelmed with love and joy, Maggie snuggledback against him, folding her arms over his. His heart thrummed deep and steadyagainst her back, his cock nestled against her derriere. This, she thought toherself, was surely heaven.
The rumble of his voice startled her. “Maggie?”
She looked down at his possessive embrace over her baremidriff, finally feeling free from all the ghosts of their pasts. “Yes?”
