“Now you will no longer have any need to do them, right?”
“Right,” she whispered with a smile and tilted her face up to receive his kiss. She would tell him the rest another day, when his mouth wasn’t so hungry yet controlled for her.
What if she took off her clothes? What would their skin feel like pressed together? But he wasn’t her husband yet, though it was his intention and, to many churches, a betrothal was as good as a marriage.
Michael’s mouth was like a hot brand on her skin. When he traced a path over her chin and down her neck, his dark scruff tickled and scratched. His tongue set her on fire, making her want to rake her teeth over his skin, his muscles.
When he scooped her up in his arms, she didn’t fight him but coiled her arms around his neck, even for the moment it took to carry her to the bed.
He set her down on the fresh-smelling bed and backed away to finish undressing. He kicked off his own boots, glad to have them over the pinching shoes in his room. He looked eager to be near her and climbed into bed next to her in his jeans. Close to her.
This was it. She was giving herself up to Michael. An investigator from the future sent here for some purpose, perhaps to find his true love, as Mr. Simeon said. She didn’t care about any of it now. She only cared about this moment with him in it.
“Michael?” she asked shyly “What are the women in the twenty-first century like?”
“They are not like you,” he told her softly, tenderly, lifting his fingers to her hair.
“Is that a good thing or bad?”
“It’s a good thing. They fit into their time. You don’t.” He touched his hand to his healing nose. “My nose can attest.”
She laughed and then groaned when he buried his face in her neck. She sat up and pulled at her laces of her gown. The stays came undone with a loud breath from her. There were some laces in the back that Michael sat up and pulled with his teeth. More of her came loose, as if answering the call of his touch.
She took a deep breath and pulled herself out of all her layers. She lay back down and smiled joyfully when he spread himself over her and pressed his hot mouth against her throat.
She felt the hard desire between his legs. He was abundant, as she suspected. The weight of him against her legs made her want to instinctively sit on him.
But surely, he would stretch her to bursting.
She’d never gone this far with Preston or anyone else. Never had she surrendered beneath the weight of a man. Or opened her legs so wantonly. Inviting, begging him to fill her with himself.
She had no idea what she was asking for. But she held on to his shoulders and rubbed herself against his jeans and the thick lance bursting to be free.
He moaned like a wounded bear and moved away from her.
He slipped his hand between them and freed himself from the confines of his pants.
She gasped feeling his hot flesh on her. She felt herself became wetter. Her body was preparing itself for him. Rosie had told her what she knew about being intimate, which wasn’t much. Her friends had taught her more. Still, doing it was something altogether different.
She ran her fingers through his hair and directed his face over her breasts, where he sucked until she almost begged him to suck somewhere else! She stayed open to him when he played with her tightening nub. He controlled her, titillating her with his fingers, his mouth, his tongue.
She cried out into his mouth as he guided himself to her opening and then pushed. He came almost instantly, soaking her and making it easier to get inside her.
With all the touching and rubbing, Charlotte began to feel a sizzling thread of pleasure like nothing she’d ever felt before. It was coming from her muscles convulsing around him, or trying to. He was pushing in. She opened her legs wider and cupped her hands around his bum.
He came again and slipped into her to the hilt, pushing her open until she thought she would cry out. But pain soon turned to pleasure, and she drowned in the tides of it.
He laughed and almost filled her for a third time when they had to hold their hands over each other’s mouths so Rosie and the others wouldn’t hear them from their cottages.
“’Tis like nothing I’d ever imagined!” Charlotte said between short breaths as he separated them and fell beside her on the bed.
“I’m glad you liked it,” he whispered hoarsely. “It will last longer in the future.”
She liked the sound of him next to her in bed, after…she blushed at her own thoughts and memories already emblazoned on her mind.
“There are many other ways to do it,” he told her.
She knew of some. She’d had to listen to Sebastian and Preston’s other friends enough times when she rode with them.
