Falling for the Marquess - Julianne MacLean Page 0,40
upon her body. She had not known that lust could have such an overpowering effect on all her senses and reasoning.
Laying hot, open-mouthed kisses on her neck, the marquess whispered, “You must tell me how far you wish to take things, so that there are no surprises or disappointments later on.”
“I don’t know,” she said breathlessly. “I’ve never done this before.”
He drew back slightly. “Not even when you ran away to elope?”
She shook her head. “No. My father arrived before anything could happen.”
“Then I say ‘Bravo’ to your father.” The marquess kissed her cheeks and nose. “You’re very charming.” He kissed her on the lips again, then eased her mind with a tender smile. “And you needn’t worry. I’ve given you my word. There will be no destruction tonight. But are you sure you want to continue? It might leave you hungry for more.”
“I’m sure, because I can’t imagine saying no to anything right now.”
He considered that for a moment, while gazing down at her face in the dim light. “Then we might as well get comfortable.” One by one, he unfastened the covered buttons on her bodice and kissed lower…down the length of her neck and across her collarbone.
When her bodice finally fell open, he thrust his hips against hers and slid his hand up over her corset to her bare neckline. Clara’s pulse quickened at the softness of his caress. He smiled seductively as he kissed the swell of her cleavage, unhooking the corset clasps over her breasts.
Sucking in a breath, Clara marveled at the quivering in her belly. This was all so deliciously wicked. If anyone caught them! Oddly enough, the danger only served to pour fuel on her already flaming desires.
The corset came loose, and she reveled in the physical freedom. Seger tugged at the ribbons to loosen it and pull it down. He took one of her breasts into his mouth and every tingling fiber of Clara’s being cried out with shock and delight at the incomprehensible pleasure of such intimacies.
Together, they moved on the seat, thrusting, kissing and laughing softly, touching each other intimately.
“You are delightful,” he said with a rakish grin.
He closed his hand around hers and proceeded to teach her how to touch him. As soon as she caught on, he closed his eyes and returned his mouth to her breast. Clara tilted her head back on the seat, surprised when a tiny moan escaped her throat.
“Lord Rawdon,” she whispered, feeling strange.
“Call me Seger.” Then he reached down and lifted her skirts until they were bunched around her waist. He slid a hand over her thigh, then into the heated confines of her drawers. “I’ll be gentle,” he said.
Clara clutched at his shoulders. “Seger...” While he kissed her on the mouth, he stroked with his fingers, causing her insides to quiver with an unfamiliar need. Soon, her body began to tremble and quake, then an extraordinary sensation licked over her like hot, advancing flames, followed by an intense shudder of release. It was divine, perfect ecstasy.
Afterward, she relaxed and Seger sat back, draping her legs over his lap.
“Good heavens,” she sighed, utterly depleted of strength. “Am I dying?”
“No, you just glimpsed heaven, that’s all.”
She shook her head in disbelief. “I’ve never glimpsed heaven like that before.” She tossed a limp arm over her forehead. “Did you glimpse it as well?”
He chuckled. “Not tonight.”
“Have you ever?”
He chuckled again. “Yes, and your innocence is delightful.”
“But I’m not so innocent anymore, am I?” she asked, and then frowned. She leaned up on both elbows. “I’m not ruined, am I?”
Seger caressed her cheek. “No. You’re still a virgin.”
Sensing his affectionate amusement, she reclined on the seat again. It was obvious that he found her entertaining and intriguing, and she couldn’t deny the satisfaction that came from that knowledge.
“But was it enjoyable for you?” she asked. “If you didn’t feel what I felt…. Is it better with other women?”
“No, not better,” he replied, shaking his head.
“But different.”
“I suppose.”
She thought about that. “Then this wasn’t quite as gratifying for you as it was for me.”
He touched a thumb to her lips. “It was gratifying enough. I made you a promise.”
“But you gave me pleasure. Can’t I do the same for you?”
He raked a hand through his hair. “That’s a very tempting offer, but we mustn’t overdo it. My self-restraint does have its limits.”
Still feeling tremendously amorous, Clara sat up. “What if I want to overdo it? I promise, I’ll be a very enthusiastic pupil.”