Page 110 of Foolish Bride
“I am driving myself mad as well.” She took a breath to steady herself.
“It’s only one more week.”
“It will seem like an eternity.” She pressed her hips hard against his obvious desire. It sent glorious sensations shooting through her.
Michael ran his hand up along her waist to the side of her breast, then gently caressed the swell of her breast above the gown. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, pinching the rigid nipple.
She pushed her chest forward, unable to resist the delight he provided.
Gently, he tugged her bodice until her bosom popped free. Immediately, he lowered his head and took her into his mouth.
She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from crying out. Wantonly, she arched against his suckling mouth, wanting more.
Far too soon, he raised his head and returned her gown to its proper position.
She was about to complain, but his hand had moved to her hip, then lower to her thigh, where he eased up her dress. Once he had reached the bottom, his hand caressed the sensitive skin of her thigh through her light chemise. He ran his fingers over the delicate fabric, lifting it as well.
When his skin met hers, her legs quivered.
His hand ran down the back of her thigh and up again, squeezing her bottom and pulling her against his erection.
A familiar tightening flooded her. She would let him take her in the garden with half of London within earshot. She wanted him, wanted this.
He traced down to the back of her knee and up again until two fingers settled between her thighs.
Gasping, she clung to his shoulders, burying her face in his chest.
“Oh, Elinor, so soft and wet, so beautiful.” His voice strained.
Her own passion was so intense, everything else faded away. She thrust against his probing fingers.
Moments might have passed, or it could have been an hour. She erupted against his hand.
His mouth covered hers muffling her cries. He crushed her to him until the wave of ecstasy flowed gently away, leaving her like a willow in his arms.
She shook and clutched his shoulders until the orgasm calmed.
“We will have to go inside soon, love. People have probably already noticed our absence.”
“Yes, I know.” She remained clinging to him in the garden’s darkness.
“Elinor?”
She sighed and took a deep breath before stepping out of his arms. “I have to find an alternate entrance, one that is not so public. I am sure I look as if I’ve been ravaged.”
“Let’s see if there’s a servant entrance.” Laughter rang in his voice, but he took her hand and led her down the path.
She stumbled along beside him. “How can you see anything? It’s dark as pitch out here. I can barely see the path.”
“Practice, I suppose.”
Elinor quaked with the notion of all back alleys and woods he must have slunk through as a spy. She shuddered at the danger he had put himself in for so many years.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
“No.”
“Well, here is a door. Stay here a moment and I’ll check where it leads.”
