“Priscilla.”He knew they weren’t wed yet.But he had this powerful need to be closer to her.Touch her in ways that made sure she’d belong only to him.
Her palm flattened out on his biceps, her nails lightly scraping his skin as she kissed him again.
In answer, he guided her mouth open with his, swiping his tongue along hers until their groans and sighs of pleasure mingled together.
He trailed a hand from her hair, down over her collarbone, and over her chest to grasp one of her full breasts in his hand.She arched into his touch, her nipple puckering under his palm.
He’d never wanted a woman more, his manhood granite in his tight breeches.Not that he’d receive release today.That could wait.
But the need to touch Priscilla, to know her intimately, was a far more powerful urge than his own need and so he skimmed his hand down her belly and over her hip, reaching the hem of her skirts.
When he traversed her layers of skirt, finding her stockinged ankle, he pushed his hand under the layers of fabric, tracing the shapely curve of her calf, the dip in her knee, until he reached the silky skin of her thigh.
Higher he went, her breath coming in quick gasps as it mingled with his.She quivered in excitement, her legs parting for him to allow him even more access.Satisfaction and need coursed through him at the trust she gave him in this moment, trust he craved as much as air or water.
And when his fingers lightly brushed the curls at the apex of her thighs, she moaned into his mouth, a high-pitched feminine sound that nearly undid him.
He repeated the touch, her thighs opening further, the feel of her soft, silky folds stealing his breath.
Priscilla belonged in his arms like this.
On his third pass, he increased the pressure, her feminine flesh yielding for him in the most satisfying way.
And when he started a rhythm with the pad of his finger, her body arched into him, her fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders.
She should always be here.Pressed against him.
How did he make certain she never left?
Moving faster, her body tightened, her cries of pleasure filling his ears until finally, she crested the wave of her pleasure, breaking apart in his arms.
He held her tightly to his chest, until her breathing returned to normal and her body relaxed into his.
Kissing the top of her head, he cradled her close, knowing that he never wanted to let her go.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
She watchedthe sun rise out her bedroom window as she sat on the damask covered window seat built into the stunning oak paneling that lined the walls.
Today was her wedding day.
A week had passed since she’d come to stay with Wyatt.Priscilla reflected on just how much had changed.
Her mother was healing nicely.
Their days were filled with laughter and warmth, and her nights…
Well, mostly those were filled with frustration but that would be over soon enough.Much as she might have liked to repeat the experience in the carriage, Wyatt had mostly been a gentleman since.
A smile pulled at her mouth as her head dipped, excitement making her give a small shudder.
Wyatt had given her everything he’d promised.He’d obtained the special license, furnished marriage settlements she found more than satisfactory, and as promised, Eugene had been distinctly absent from their lives.
After today, he’d have no way he could touch her life ever again.
Not that this thought was her primary focus.In fact, as she’d spent the week with Wyatt, her soon-to-be husband had somehow filled nearly every corner of her mind.
From their quiet conversations to their stolen kisses, she found herself increasingly breathless to not just secure her future, but to be his wife.
