Page 62 of Marigold and the Marquess
Blessed saints.
What was she going to do?
Did she think to seduce the truth out of him?
She tried to look sexy as she removed his cravat and then his waistcoat which had already been unbuttoned and opened so that Mallow had only managed to dampen his shirt earlier. Fortunately, Leo had not been wearing his jacket, either. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, making it easier to remove, although Marigold was insisting on undoing all the buttons instead of just letting him slip the shirt over his head.
He bit back a laugh because she looked like a big-eyed kitten and not a sultry temptress. However, he was insanely fond of big-eyed kittens and his blood was duly heating.
A chuckle escaped his lips as he watched her fumble over the shirt buttons. “This could take weeks,” he teased. “Shall I help you, love?”
“All right. But do not look so smug about it.”
He removed his shirt, pleased to see her eyes grow wide and hungry. She raked her tongue across her lips while studying him. “My boots next, love. You’ll have to help me take them off.”
She nodded and motioned for him to sit on the bed.
He did and then held out one leg.
She straddled his leg, clamping it between her thighs as she turned her back to him, wrapped her small hands around the boot, and tried to tug it off. It took her several tries to finally manage the task, but he was not complaining. While she tugged, he was watching her derriere wiggle.
What a sweet, tight thing of beauty it was.
She moved to straddle his other leg.
Same splendid thighs clamping his leg in place.
Same delightful wiggle of her pert derriere.
She turned to him after accomplishing the task, her smile triumphant although her cheeks were pink from exertion and she was breathless.
He sucked in his own breath when she reached for the buttons of his falls. “Ah, love. You had better not touch me there.”
“Why not?”
Since he had not put his shaft to good use in quite a while, he did not trust himself to contain the volcanic build of desire.
This was quite embarrassing.
He was hot and hard for her.
Could he hold off?
“Leo, it is time to make me your wife in every way.”
Instead of responding, he ran his hands under her chemise and lifted the garment off her shapely body. He then carried her to bed and settled her flat on her back. He stretched over her, crushing her slightly with his weight.
She did not complain, seeming to love the feel of his body on hers.
He eased downward and began to tease her breasts with his lips and tongue.
“No, you fiend!”
He stopped immediately. “Fiend?”
She nodded. “It is my turn to wickedly torment you. You need to be on your back and I shall be atop you.”
He let out a breath and shifted their positions. “Ah, all right. What are you going to do?”
