Page 81 of Under the Seductive Ladys Charm
“Is it normal to feel this fear that roils in my tummy?” Charlotte whispered as he laid her gently onto the bed.
Graham nodded. “I would say it is a natural reaction.” He reached out and gently caressed her cheek.
It was not until he stepped back to continue to disrobe himself that Charlotte felt exposed. Graham’s eyes as he undressed did not leave her body, and Charlotte felt a heady sensation at seeing the obvious hunger in his eyes. She lay back and watched him as she slipped pins from her hair.
When Graham was undressed, he stood for a moment just watching Charlotte. It allowed her a good look at his tanned and muscular body. Her blood beat so loudly it rang in her ears and she felt so warm just from his gaze that she could stand his absence. She reached out her arms to him.
The hard length of him drew her eye as he crawled up onto the bed. Charlotte giggled as the man hung in the air above her. “Are you still afraid?” His voice was deep and filled with a gravelly need, a need that Charlotte was beginning to understand.
“Yes,” Charlotte said without any shame.
Graham leaned down and kissed her mouth gently. When he broke the kiss, he whispered, “I do not want to hurt you. I do not want you to be afraid of me.”
“I trust you,” Charlotte whispered.
Graham met her gaze for just a moment before he kissed her again. This time Charlotte threw herself into the kiss with wanton need. She opened her mouth and arched her body up to meet his as he lowered himself onto her.
The weight of Graham pressing her into the bed filled her with warmth. She almost cried out with loss when he shifted his weight. Then his hand was gliding down her body.
His hand slid along her thigh and Charlotte instinctively spread her legs wider for him. She gasped as his fingers slipped into her. Charlotte clung to his shoulders as the sensations rippled through her.
He coaxed her slowly open until Charlotte was panting. Her nervousness had fled and was replaced by a clawing need. Graham’s fingers left and he shifted himself fully between her legs.
Charlotte felt the hard length of him push against her, slipping just inside and hesitating. “Breathe,” Graham whispered. Her eyes snapped up to his face. “Do you not want to be mine?”
“I do,” Charlotte whispered tightly. She braced herself as she felt Graham push into her. The shock of pain was followed by a warm numb feeling. He stilled and waited for her to adjust, then he fell into a gentle rhythm, sliding in and out of her.
Charlotte quickly forgot the pain as she clung to his waist. She could not stop herself from moving with the man. If Graham thought her wanton, then he did not seem to mind. Charlotte grew bolder and moved with his thrusts.
Graham exhaled a sound of appreciation at her movements. She let go of her restraints and fell into the lovemaking with all of her being. The tingling warmth spread over her and urged her on.
Charlotte gasped at the sensation that went through her. She clung to Graham and rode the pleasure out. She was still gasping for breath from the feelings when he collapsed down beside her, breathing heavily.
“I have no bones,” Charlotte said as she rolled into Graham’s side, snuggled under his arm.
His hand lazily traced circles over her back. “Are you still afraid?”
She leaned up on her elbow so she could see him better. His dark blond hair was dishevelled, and Charlotte smiled. “No. In fact, I am quite interested in repeating the experience.”
Graham’s deep chuckle resonated through her body. He leaned his head back into the pillows and shook his head. “You might want to let your old husband rest a while before then.”
Charlotte giggled and kissed the his shoulders. “I think that you can handle the exertion, Lord Easterly.”
His stormy eyes held amusement when he looked at her. “That might be true.”
“Care to attempt it?” Charlotte teased. She moved up the bed and placed a kiss on her husband’s lips.
Graham’s hand came up and tangled her long blonde strands. Charlotte gasped as he kissed her roughly. The kiss left her panting as he gave her a mischievous grin, which she returned. “My demanding Lady Easterly,” Graham whispered with a wink.
Charlotte whispered back, “I love you too.”
Epilogue
(Two months later)
Graham watched his wife fuss with her hair for the thousandth time. He felt pity for the maid, but knew Charlotte was only anxious for everything to be perfect. “I think that will do,” Charlotte said at last. Relief went across the maid’s face as she began tidying up.
Charlotte turned to Graham. “We will not be late, will we?”
