Falling for the Marquess - Julianne MacLean Page 0,59

his shirt off so that she could rub her hands up and down his beautiful muscled chest.

A moment later he was on top of her, kissing, stroking her thighs with his warm hands and flicking his tongue over her swollen nipples. He still wore his trousers, and she suspected it would take a great deal of convincing to get him to take them off. But oh, how her body yearned for more, though more of what she had no idea. There was still so much she had yet to experience.

This was some kind of seventh heaven of rapture, she thought as she squeezed her eyes shut and arched her back and tossed her head to the side on the pillow.

She kissed him deeply, tasting the flavor of her own feminine arousal and losing control of all her senses.

“Please, take these off,” she pleaded, tugging at his trousers. “I want to do everything with you. I want you to make love to me.”

Seger felt his defenses slip beneath the erotic force of her plea and the pounding ache in his loins. He could not seem to locate the discipline that had always been his unwavering armor. It was that very discipline that had protected him from ambitious debutantes or lonely wives of philandering husbands. He had managed to live a gratifying eight years without ever causing an unwanted pregnancy out of wedlock.

Yet here tonight, he was suddenly willing to risk it all. Consequences meant nothing. He wanted Clara with an overpowering need, but she was his future wife. Could he not relax just this once? Could they not begin their journey now? Why wait for the marriage papers? That was just a formality. Even if he got her with child, they could simply claim that the baby had come early. It happened all the time, didn’t it?

He was making excuses. He would say anything to justify making love to her now, with unfettered abandon.

Clara, delightful sexual creature that she was, began to tug at his trousers. He grabbed hold of her hand in an effort to stop her, knowing it was his last vestige of restraint.

“What are you doing, darling? That’s dangerous territory.”

“I don’t care,” she said. “I want you. We’re engaged. Why not? I’ve heard it’s painful the first time. Why not get that over with now, so that I can enjoy our wedding night without any fears or anxieties?” She kissed his neck and chest and sent him spinning into a world of savage yearning. “I can feel it. Please, Seger….”

She was thrusting her hips against him while she begged. It was too much. He was losing the fight. Then she reached into his trousers and took a firm, determined hold of his desire.

“Please,” she whispered again in his ear, more urgently.

The bed seemed to shift beneath him, and that was that.

He reached down in a fumbling panic that was completely outside his natural smooth approach and ripped his pants off like a randy schoolboy.

How much time did they have? A quarter of an hour? Let it be more than that.

A second later he was nude, pressing himself into the soft moist heat between her thighs.

“Are you certain?” he asked one last time, praying she wouldn’t change her mind now.

“Yes.”

No hesitation there.

She nibbled on his earlobe, leading him into a swirling eddy of pleasure until he was long gone, past the point of no return.

His whole being trembled with need as the head of his desire came to a quiet pause at the entrance to her sweet, welcoming haven. Slowly he edged himself inside as wave upon wave of pleasure enveloped him. He kissed her deeply and she wrapped her legs around his hips, and she pulled him into her, her fingernails digging into the firm flesh of his back.

Her body arched into his. He shifted, hesitated for a moment, then thrust slowly forward, as gently as possible, into the tight hollow between her thighs. It wasn’t long before he felt the rupture of her delicate womanhood.

Clara whimpered in his ear and the awareness of the physical pain he had caused her brought him to a halt. “I’m sorry for that,” he whispered as he kissed her neck.

She clung to his shoulders and squeezed him tightly. “Don’t be. I wanted it.”

Pushing himself up on one elbow, the other arm stretched across her, he gazed down at her face in the flickering candlelight. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. The vision of her beneath him with her