Kiss Me Duke - Tamara Gill Page 0,29

about was that he would make love to her. Give her what she wanted and had not known she'd been missing all these years.

"I can wait, Molly. We do not have to do this now. We can be married within a few days and then come together if you would prefer."

"No." She shook her head, not wanting to wait that long. A time that seemed as far away as the moon. "I want you now. Please, give me what I want." You. She didn't say the word, but her mind chanted it like a drum.

His clasp on her bottom tightened, and then she felt him, the hard, silky-smooth head of his manhood pressing against her core. He watched her as slowly, inch by delicious inch, he filled her. With the water's help and her need for him, Molly did not feel the stinging pain she expected. Surprisingly she did not feel anything but exquisite pleasure.

Molly reached up, clasping Hugh's jaw and bringing him to her for a kiss. She gasped as he thrust the last inch of himself into her. Her body urged him to move, and then he did. He thrust into her, joining them forever, and Molly knew what it was to feel loved.

His pumps were deep and constant. Each one hitting a special little place deep in her core. Need ran through her, hot and wild. She held on to him, pushing against him, taking everything he was giving. Her whole center shifted to where they joined, the need to reach whatever apex he was forcing her toward.

"Fuck, you make me burn." His hot breath rasped against her neck. He nipped her skin before laving the bite with his tongue. A shiver rocked through her, and she sighed. "So tight. Mine."

"So big," she retorted. He groaned, the sound a mixture of pleasure and pain. His hand closed over her breast, his thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple. A shot of awareness raced through her body, heightening her pleasure.

"Come for me, my darling."

His words whispered against her ear were her undoing. A feeling unlike one she'd ever experienced ricocheted from her sex and out to every part of her body. A delicious tremor of pleasure convulsed from her sex to the tips of her fingers. Molly screamed his name, but Hugh did not stop. His thrusts only heightened her pleasure, sending waves to convulse through her blood.

"Hugh," she gasped, letting him take her, fuck her as he said and stoke the fire he had ignited in her soul.

"Molly," he groaned, as he too found release, his seed rushing into her core as he followed her climax with his. Their breathing ragged, they stood locked together. She clasped him tight, holding him against her as she tried to calm her racing heart. Molly had never felt so satisfied in her life, so fulfilled and inflamed.

"When can we marry?" she asked, kissing him as he regained his breath.

He grinned, chuckling at her question. "Is tomorrow too soon?"

She grinned back. "Tomorrow sounds perfect."

Chapter 9

Tomorrow wasn’t too soon. Molly stood beside Hugh in a quaint, Roman church just outside the city and took her vows to be his wife. Miss Sinclair and Marcus stood as their witnesses.

Molly glanced up at Hugh, not believing that she would soon be his wife. A partner to a man who had made a successful life for himself away from England. Her husband. Which would mean Rome would be her home from this day forward. She did not care that he was not titled, or that her marrying him may limit her time with her friends back in England. They would be happy for her because she had found the man she loved.

A man who loved her in return.

Heat rushed onto her cheeks at the thought of their wedding night. Tonight, they could sleep together in the villa. Not apart like they had to when they had returned from the bathhouse only a day before.

To imagine that time was only yesterday was beyond comprehension. It a matter of only a few hours they were uniting their two families. Had her skin not been holding her together, she was sure she would burst apart with excitement.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the priest declared, smiling down at them.

Hugh turned to her, the love shining back in his eyes, humbling her. He took her hand and kissed her gloved fingers, his intense, burning stare watching her as he bestowed the sweet gesture.

She wore a ballgown that she had