“I don’t want to. But it was right for you to demand it.”
Her eyes flew open. “Sebastian?”
He’d come to her chamber. He was in her bed. A glance toward the open drapes assured her she no longer dreamed. She was in her bed.
He crawled into her bed and took her into his arms. “God, Maggie, I’m going to miss you so much.”
She was not alone.
His mouth devoured hers, desperately, until he dragged it down her throat. “I would try if I thought that I could. You must know that. Don’t hate me, Maggie.”
She’d drifted off to sleep in tears and now they would come again. “I’m not angry with you. I could never hate you.” Every touch felt different. As though he would memorize her. As though he would impart what love he had to give. Love for today but never for the future.
“I need you tonight. I’m not ready. One more night.” He spoke the words against her skin in between soft, tender kisses, and then frantic, hungry ones. He was unclothed. He’d climbed into her bed in the same manner she had done on the night he’d arrived.
He lifted her gown upward and over her head. No barriers between them tonight.
His hands grasped hers, and he pinned them onto the mattress above her head. “Tell me you want me. Tell me you need this. It doesn’t have to end yet, Maggie. I can keep you happy.”
“I want you.” Her body wouldn’t allow her to dissemble.
It doesn’t have to end.
Yet.
He settled between her thighs and kissed her again, teeth clashing, tongues sparring. She lifted her hips, and he eased inside of her. Ah, yes. When had they come to fit together so perfectly?
Their mouths parted, and he stared down at her as moonlight slanted across the bed.
Don’t leave me,she wanted to whisper.Don’t leave me.She begged him with her eyes.
They’d gone into this affair seeking only to satisfy one another sexually but tonight his eyes burned with an intensity of emotion. Building his thrusts slowly, his eyes never wavered. Love was meant to be forever, wasn’t it? Sebastian wanted her to be his lover, in London. For now.
He is not done loving me.
Yet.
Lawrence had said he’d love her forever. He’d promised to love her, comfort and keep her.
As long as we both lived.
He’d left her a widow.
Sebastian drew out and poised his tip at her opening. He hovered, teasing her, and then filled her with a violent force. She loved it. She loved being wanted, being desired. She loved that this man could lose all control when they were together. She loved that he was not afraid to open himself, to make himself vulnerable. In bed, he withheld nothing and in the short time they’d had together, he’d encouraged her to do the same.
She’d always wanted this.
He slowly withdrew and then filled her again, as though he could convince her to come with him, to be with him.
He is not done loving me.
Yet.
She loved his strength, his vigor.
Releasing her hands, he anchored himself by gripping the headboard and then drove himself into her again. Margaret grasped his wrists, holding on so she could meet him thrust for earth-shattering thrust.
“You will want this.” Deep stroke.
