Page 44 of A Baron's Scandalous Quill
“Then…we are alone?” she asked with hope.
“Completely.”
“Thank God.” She wrapped her arms around him again, pulling him down into another deep kiss.
He was already pulling up her gown, these movements now so familiar to the two of them that she knew to lift her leg. He caught her knee in one hand, holding it against his hip and using it to keep her legs parted, giving him more access to her.
They stopped kissing and stared, each watching one another’s eyes intently as he found her center with his hands and, this time, slipped two fingers inside of her.
The greater feeling than before stretched her body in such a way that she felt fuller, that pleasure more filled than ever. The ache that had been there seconds before was now being sated, and she rocked her hips against his own, wanting more and more of this feeling.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
“I won’t,” he promised her, moving his hand faster and faster. Her breathing spiraled out of control, her chest rising and fallingfast as the pleasure he was creating built. She was dithering, her whole body quaking as she gripped onto his shoulders, anchoring her body to his. “God, you do now know how I want you, Becca,” he whispered, moving his head toward hers so that they were about an inch apart.
“Like this?”
“The whole of you,” he confessed.
“Do you imagine it as I do?” she murmured.
“God, Becca. I imagine it constantly.” He bent his head down to her neck and kissed her there. When he playfully nipped at the base of her throat, she lost control. To know that he desired her completely, as she did him, was everything. Her body clamped down on his hand as she felt that release envelop her. He didn’t stop but kept moving his fingers, riding out that wave with her.
Her hands slid from his shoulders to the center of his chest as she braced herself to him, wondering if it would feel this good to have him inside of her completely.
We’d have to be married, would we not?
It was on the tip of her tongue. She even parted her lips, ready to ask him if he would ever consider marrying a woman like herwhen her courage failed her. He lifted his head from her neck and was breathing heavily, too, as his lips found hers for a kiss.
I am too scared to ask the question. I’m too scared to find out if when he talks of happiness with me, he is falling in love with me, too, or if this is something else. What if he just intends to keep me as his mistress?
Chapter 16
“Well?” Becca’s animation made William smile a little more. He was reading through what she had written so far, but clearly, in her eagerness to know whether he approved or not, she could scarcely wait for him to finish reading.
“Becca, I am still reading,” he said with a chuckle, turning the pages and laying down the others he had already finished on the writing bureau before him.
She smiled, too, and out of the corner of his eye, he could see her stand and begin to pace his parlor, fidgeting constantly. When he was done with the next page, she walked over to him and took it, reading it herself in the effort to check her work.
Having her come so close though was a distraction, and William’s eyes lifted from the page as he turned to watch her walk around the room once again. Today, she had worn an older dress, perhaps more frayed along the hem. It wasn’t the fraying that he noticed so much, but more the cut and how it flattered her figure, cinched just under her breasts in such a way that he could not stop thinking about what they had shared the day before.
He had been so close to asking her if they could be together completely, if he could make love to her, introduce them both tothat final and perhaps most intense pleasure they had each ever known.
The temptation…she is constantly there…
She lifted a hand from the page and absentmindedly pushed a lock of hair back behind her ear. She chewed her lip nervously, and he felt a desire to run his tongue across that lip, begging entrance.
“Ahem.”
William jerked his head around, readjusting the papers in his lap as he saw Henry standing in the doorway of the room. Henry wore that same knowing smile he had so often worn as of late when he came to find them together.
Though they had never discussed it openly, Henry knew by now they did not need or want a chaperone. They preferred to be alone together.
“Yes?” William said, trying to sound completely at ease.
“Some letters have arrived for you, my lord.”
“William.” Sighing loudly, William stressed the word. “Please, Henry. Call me William, for the Lord Almighty’s sake.”
