Page 64 of His Wicked Secret
“I’m proving that I care. Do you object?” he snapped. His blond hair fell over his eyes as he reached for the buttons on his green silk waistcoat.
Object? No, she would object if he stopped.
Rather than answer him with words, she sat up on her knees and gripped his waistcoat at the top where the buttons began, and she jerked, breaking the fabric open and scattering the buttons on the floor.
“I’ll take that as a no.”
He crushed her to his chest, and she freed her hands to fist them in his hair, tugging on the strands as their mouths collided in a mix of anger and passion. Raw, wild need flowed between them. He groaned against her as she raked her nails on the back of his neck and he cupped her body, his large hands clenching her buttocks tight, the whisper of pain and shout of pleasure too exquisite for words.
Audrey couldn’t get close enough to him, couldn’t get enough of the taste of his kiss, which made her moan. This was a desperate dance of the flesh that she didn’t ever want to stop. Heat coiled tight in her abdomen as she abandoned herself to the primal surge of desire that took her over.
Their kiss broke apart as he shrugged out of his waistcoat and tugged his shirt out of his trousers, pulling it off over his head. She touched her lips with the back of her hand, breathing hard enough that she couldn’t hear anything but the roar of her blood in her ears. He faced her bare-chested, and she scooted farther back on the bed. She knew what she wanted. Him. And she knew how to get him. She licked her lips, not caring that the room suddenly seemed too hot. It was only going to get more so.
“Take what you want,ifyou can,” she challenged, her body humming with a violent hunger. Only this man could provoke such a primal response from her. Shewantedhim, and she wanted to rake her nails down his back and bite him like a wildcat.
He unfastened the placket at the front of his trousers and jerked her back up on the bed so she was close to him, their faces inch apart. Then he spread her legs and shoved up her nightgown. She gripped his shoulders, her eyes locked on his as he lifted her up. She inhaled sharply at the sudden sensation of him pressing into her core.
“You are sure?” His voice was hard, guttural.
“Y-yes.”
He thrust up inside her, and it felt like she was stabbed clear through with a hot poker. She cried out and tried to relax. The fire inside her soon overtook her, and all she could think about was how good he felt and how much she wanted him inside her. She wanted to claim every inch of him. Her mouth sought his, and his broad shoulders heaved as he continued to hold her up. Her legs curled around his narrow hips, holding him to her.
That dark, exotic scent that was uniquely his enveloped her. The urgency of his lips left her with little to think about except how good he felt and the hot tightness of being filled completely by him. She’d never felt this close to anyone in her entire life. There was no part of him that ended where she did not begin. Her blood sang in her veins, and her heart surged with a flood of emotions, too many to sort out. He lifted her up, his shaft withdrawing from her, but before she could protest, he pushed back into her.
Suddenly she was falling, the soft feather mattress catching her as he dropped her on the bed and came down on top of her. He captured her hands, pinning them to the bed on either side of her head, lacing his fingers through hers. Her body trembled with an inner fire as he thrust into her over and over, sometimes hard and fast, sometimes slow and gentle. It was as though he was setting some caged part of her free in a way she didn’t fully understand. They were flesh against flesh, man and woman, sharing in a pleasure that built like a roaring fire. The world spun around her and she cried out, throwing her head back.
“Audrey.” Jonathan gasped against her lips as he went rigid above her. She opened her eyes as he looked down at her, and she knew she loved him, that she would never love another, come what may. He had awakened more than just her body, but her heart and soul as well. And in that moment she saw the same in his eyes.
He cares. Truly.
In the dim light of the room, his eyes changed to a dark mossy green, making her think of that afternoon on the boat after they fished and kissed. She had pointed out the speckled brown backs of toads leaping off mossy rocks, laughing at the little splashes they made before they disappeared into the water. That sunny day had been full of quiet, content magic, and he’d shared it all with her. Now they were caught in another spell of enchantment, this one different but just as deep in its intimacy.
She freed one of her hands from his to stroke her fingers along his jaw up to his hair, brushing it out of his eyes.
“How are you so beautiful?” she asked in a small voice.
“Me? You’re the beautiful one.” He leaned down, stealing a slow, delightfully sweet kiss that made her heart ache. “Audrey… Let me ask one thing of you, please.”
Her chest flooded with panic and she tried to get away from him, but he kept her beneath him.
“I would’ve wished to do this properly, but it seems I would never have the chance unless I had you beneath me and sated with pleasure.” His tone was half frustration, half amusement.
“Please—”
“Hush, little sprite.” His lips curved into a boyish grin.
“Then what—?”
“Will youeverbe quiet? Lord, woman, let a man talk, or he can’t propose properly.”
Shock tore through her. “Propose?”
Was he teasing her? Surely he couldn’t be asking to marry her.
“Yes. I’d get down on bended knee, but I’d look a tad foolish with my trousers down around my ankles.”
“Oh, I don’t know. You might look very fetching.” She couldn’t resist teasing him, but her mind was still racing. Was he serious?
