Page 28 of An Honorable Arrangement
"You can never do anything wrong. Shall we make love?" His eyes filled with desire and hope.
She shrugged. "I thought that was what we were doing."
He laughed. "Indeed."
Moving to the edge of the bed, Montgomery stood and pulled his blouse over his head before stepping out of his breeches. He was magnificent, like the statues she'd seen once in a museum featuring Greek gods. His shoulders, broad and bulging with muscles and corded neck called out to be touched. She wanted to touch all of him or have him touch all of her.
He knelt on the mattress before lowering so that his thigh covered hers. "Are you frightened?"
Heart pounding, she realized fear was the last thing she felt. "I know you would never harm me. It sounds naive since we are only acquainted for a few days, but I know it as well as I know my own name."
Smiling, he threaded his fingers through her hair and brought his mouth just above hers. "And you are right, my love. I shall never let any harm come to you. My only goal will be to make you happy for the rest of my life."
She lifted her head and nibbled his bottom lip, then the top.
On a growl, he devoured her mouth, delighting her with each plunder.
Gripping his back, she couldn't get enough of him. Even with him lying nearly atop her, she wanted more of him.
He caressed from her ribs down to her hips, slid his hand down her thigh, and lifted her knee before settling between her legs. He eased forward until his shaft perched at her apex. Staring into her soul, his voice was strained. "Are you certain?"
It was so strange to be so positive about what she wanted. Sarah raised her hips and brought him inside her an inch.
Her body stretched delectably, but there was no pain. Lifting higher, she took more of him. It was exquisite to have him so intimately linked, but still, she longed for more. Her body hummed for more. "Montgomery, please."
With a low groan, he buried himself inside her and pressed his forehead to hers. Still as one of those statues he reminded her of, he said, "Am I hurting you?"
"God, no." It came out like a prayer in a voice she hardly recognized as her own. She pulled her hips back and pushed up again. The sensation was remarkable, beautiful, and deliciously wanton.
"You are perfect," he whispered then took her mouth with a deep kiss that mirrored their lovemaking. He set a pace, and Sarah's body responded.
The now-familiar tightening low in her abdomen pulled her toward rapture. She gripped his shoulders and her world came to pieces in spectacular lights and colors behind closed lids.
Montgomery thrust deep and called out something unintelligible into the pillow before collapsing on top of her.
His full weight might have become oppressive, but a moment later, he rolled with her in his arms and brought them to their sides. Kissing her hair, he sighed. "I've never felt so perfectly satisfied before in my life, yet I feel I'll never get enough of you."
"I hope that is true." Her feelings mirrored his declaration, but men often said things they didn't mean when in the throes of passion. At least that was what Mary had told her long ago.
Her lids grew heavy, and the blanket soon swathed her. Between Montgomery's warmth, her exhaustion, and blissful satisfaction, she fell asleep.
ChapterNine
The sun wasn’t yet up. It had been difficult just to get up and stoke the fire because Monty hated to move even that far away from Sarah where she lay in his bed. Watching her sleep as she curled naked against him was a highlight of his life, coming in second only to making love with her.
It was impossible to have fallen so completely in such a short time, but there was no doubt in his mind that he loved her and never wanted to be parted from her. Not only that, but he didn't want to wake her and send her to her bed before Mrs. Pratt woke and went into fits.
Her chest rose and fell in perfect even breaths, and he brushed a wayward hair from her cheek. He kissed that sweet little nose. "Sarah, my love."
"Mmm." She stretched, arching her back.
He longed to devour her and cuddle her all at once. "It's nearly dawn. You must return to your room."
Her eyes snapped open. She looked him in the eye, and a bright smile pulled at her lips. "You look very fine in the morning."
"You are stunning." He rolled her so that she straddled his hips facing him.
Wide-eyed, she sat up and wiggled those beguiling hips. "This is intriguing, my lord."
