“What happens next?” she asked, her tone thick, sounding drugged as if with opium.
Philip could barely think with his shaft aching and pressed low against her stomach. He looked beyond her.The bed! What a fool?Why on earth had he made this lovely creature stand during her climax?
As if waltzing, he kept Miranda in his arms while moving her backward until they tumbled against the bed. In a heartbeat, he was settling between her legs, supporting himself on his forearms and looking down into her expectant face.
“You ensnare me with your warmth and beauty,” he told her, nudging the head of his cock against her wet passage.
“You impress me with your kindness,” she countered. “Every little act of it that I’ve seen.”
He liked that she had a good opinion of him. Most people he knew didn’t. Even his friends wouldn’t look past his reputation to consider him a kind man.
Moreover, he wanted to be the man she seemed to think him to be.
Except at that moment, he simply wanted her.
The innocent, adorable, Miss Miranda Bright.The magistrate’s daughter!
The devil take him!He was a blasted cur, and with the madness of craving her, he’d forgotten his promise to her father.
Looking down at her sweet face, with her hair spread across the counterpane as she willingly offered herself to him, he groaned.
“What is it?” she asked. “Are you in pain?”
He deserved to be whipped and to suffer the torture of being dragged behind his own horse. His punishment would have to be his throbbing arousal which must be denied.
“I’ve behaved badly.” He began to climb off her, but her arms tightened around him.
“Thenwehave behaved badly,” she said. “Yet I enjoyed every minute of it thus far. Shall we continue?”
What manner of temptress was she?“We cannot, not without repercussions of which you seem woefully unaware.”
Miranda glanced away, pondering something, and he took the opportunity to lower his mouth to her pert nipple and draw it in. Happily, he let his tongue play across it.
“That feels very good, too.”
With a measure of desperation, Philip rested his forehead on her bare skin and laughed ruefully.
She wasn’t going to let him go easily. “Cannot you ensure there are no, as you say,repercussions?” she asked, stroking his hair as if he were a favorite pet. “I know you are referring to getting me with child, but I have read there are ways to prevent that from happening.”
He let out an exclamation of exasperation. “It’s not merely that. It is everything! You’re trying to find a husband. He will expect to be the first in the position which I currently find myself.”
“Yet I will not behisfirst,” she said softly.
“That’s neither here nor there, and you know it. We are not about to have a conversation on the different expectations for males versus females, are we?”
She sighed, and he took the opportunity to worship her other nipple, feeling her sink her fingers into his hair. When he flicked it with his tongue, she lifted her hips, and he pressed inside her just a little.
It was agony to stay still when he wanted to drive balls-deep inside her tight passage. Again, Philip withdrew, tore loose from her grasping fingers, and thumped himself down upon the bed beside her. A second later, the entire mattress sank to the floor, slipping between the four posts, and rolling Miranda and him together.
“I believe the ropes have broken,” she said, her voice muted since her face was buried against his side.
They were as two sausages wrapped in pastry.
“So it would seem,” he agreed.
They both tried to climb out of the nest that had been created. After struggling together, he got out first before reaching back to pull her after him.
They looked at one another then back at the mess they’d made. Her eyes widened, but then she smiled. Her smile became a chuckle. That made him laugh in return until they were both bent over, helpless with hilarity.
