Page 16 of Caught in Time
He grabbed her face between his hands, eyes searching hers, before he took her lips in a desperate exchange. She’d never be entirely sure how it happened but suddenly she wasfloating, his arms locked around her as he lifted her against him.
He did not utter a sound as he pressed her further into the soft grass. This—his body settling over her—was what her soul longed for, and she opened to him in welcome
Dragging his blue shirt up, she pulled it over his head, letting her fingers trace the honed expanse of his back. He groaned.
“My love, are you sure about this?” he asked once more.
“Yes.”
Her tongue dipped into his mouth, beckoning him closer.
“Really certain?”
He lifted her layers of petticoats until his hand found the curve of her thigh.
Spencer settled himself between her legs, pulled her more securely beneath him, tracing the path of her hip with the flat of his palm.
“You are so lovely,” he murmured, pressing deliberate feather light kisses to the line of her jaw and down her throat to the swell of her breasts.
“I love you,” she whispered again, twining her fingers through his softly curling hair, searching the intense blue of his eyes—eyes so incredibly soft and adoring.
“And I you,” he murmured.
They were beyond words, locked together, moving as one. She cried out again and again for him to hold her closer ... tighter. She couldn’t get enough of him. She felt him in the deep recesses of her damaged soul, and her body throbbedeverywhere.
All she wanted was for him to thrust into her wetness. If he didn’t do so soon, she didn’t know what she might do. She was on the brink of shattering from pure physical pleasure...
She wanted to cry from joy, to hold the sublime sensations that were flowing throughout her body in her heart and mind forever...
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He roamed every inchof her body with his hands and lips, learning, exploring, until every last curve and crevice was embedded in his memory. Charlotte trembled beneath his gentle caresses, as she traced his body with her soft hands until he vibrated with wanting more.
“I can’t take this anymore,” she groaned, wiggling beneath him until her hips nestled flawlessly beneath his. He grinned against her throat, slowly tracing the curve of her thigh with his palm.
“Don’t make me wait,” she gasped
He needed no further urging and positioned himself above, more than ready to plunge into her heat. To hell with slow. He needed her now. Fast and hard.
“Yes!” Charlotte cried out when he finally entered her, and it was nearly his undoing. The shudder that coursed from her body and into his was a sensual experience he would remember for the rest of his life. Never had he realized that this act of joining two souls through love and devotion and mutual giving and taking of pleasure could usher forth a fulfillment that only those truly in love could appreciate ... encompass ... achieve...
If Spencer believed he understood love before making love to a woman who’d promised herself body and soul to him and no other, he was mistaken.
He collapsed on top of her when it was over, and kissed her sweetly, breathing deep the scent of rosewater that seemed ever-present in her hair, and enjoying the slick of their damp skin pressed intimately together as he held her in his powerful arms.
“You’re amazing,” he murmured, raising her hand to press a soft kiss upon the palm.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she teased. Rising on an elbow, she pressed a loving kiss on his forehead. She gazed into his eyes as she sighed wistfully.
“I suppose I should get back to Annabelle’s before she realizes how long we’ve been gone on ourstroll.”
When she pulled away, he realized she was shy and modest—unable to meet his gaze as she dressed, struggling to pull down the mountain of petticoats he’d pushed up around her waist and fasten buttons at the front of her gown.
Spencer turned to find his shirt, trousers and jacket and made quick work of getting dressed.
“I must say again that I think it’s time we were getting back. We’ve lost track of time. I don’t want Annabelle to worry about me,” she said quietly.
“Charlotte, is something wrong? Is it because of what we did?”
