Page 18 of Mine This Winter
The devil himself couldn’t stop him.
Gwendolyn was waiting.
He didn’t caution her about the cold or ask about the tides. He didn’t tell her this was madness and they should accept the cards fate had dealt them. He didn’t urge her to save herself for the man she would eventually marry.
A smile touched her lips, lips soon to be bruised from his rampant kisses. Her hair fell in ebony waves almost to her hips. “I’m glad you came.”
“I’ve never been one for parties, but some invitations are impossible to resist.”
Her sensual brown eyes caressed him as she unbuttoned her pelisse. “It’s a small affair, but we have never struggled to keep ourselves entertained.”
Nothing had changed.
His body reacted instantly. His heart thumped a wild beat in his chest. In truth, he didn’t care if he died tomorrow. But by God, he meant to have her tonight.
“I should return to the house and fetch kindling, attempt to light a fire to keep us warm.” His mouth was dry, his cock thickening. If he had his way, they’d be making love until dawn.
She shrugged out of her pelisse and laid it on the ground. “Now we’re sheltered from the elements it’s not so cold. During our escapades in the woods, we never struggled to make our own heat. Besides, you know we won’t care about a thing once we’re kissing.”
He moistened his lips, his hunger reaching a fever pitch. The minx wore nothing under her dress. He’d never seen her breasts, only cupped them in his palms, but he’d imagined them round and full and squashed against his chest.
“Come here,” he growled.
“I issued the invitation, Mr Garrick. You must come to me.”
He was out of his coat by the time he reached her.
Their mouths clashed with the power of a lightning storm—all electrifying intensity and a passion to light the heavens. It was wild. Frantic. He’d not stop until he was buried deep inside her. The only place on earth he belonged.
They were panting as they tried to undress each other, neither wanting to break the kiss. They fumbled with buttons and tugged at material, their frustration building in a bid to be naked.
On a gasp, Gwendolyn tore her mouth from his. Her hands shook as she shoved his waistcoat off his shoulders and dragged his shirt from his breeches. Nervous fingers moved under his shirt to flutter over every hard muscle.
“Love, I want you so badly I can hardly breathe.” He’d never been this aroused. Not when he’d made her come on a picnic blanket. Not when he’d pushed her against Payne’s door, his fingers pumping inside her.
In a lustful frenzy, she dragged his shirt over his head and threw it to the sandy bed beneath them. While he unbuttoned his trousers, unable to get them off quickly enough, she tugged her dress off her shoulders, wiggling her hips as she pushed the garment past her narrow waist.
Her breasts were glorious.
Pale against the slivers of moonlight shining in through the cave entrance. Nipples pink and tight like rosebuds.
Her gaze journeyed over his body to linger on his hard cock. “You’re everything I imagined and more. Forgive me if I appear impatient.” She stepped forward, a naked goddess on a mission to please. The minx touched him, her dainty fingers wrapping around his thick shaft.
Simon hissed a breath. “Stroke me.”
Convince me this isn’t a damn dream.
“I want what my brother stole from me,” she uttered, her hand moving slowly back and forth along his hard length.
She wanted love and marriage and a lifetime of bliss?
“I want you to have my virtue,” she clarified. “I want to indulge in every wicked pleasure. I want you inside me.”
His conscience pricked him for all of a few seconds.
But he was a slave to this woman’s will.
His heart ached. His cock throbbed.
