Lady Thief - By Rizzo Rosko Page 0,32
his curt reply awoke her curiosity.
“Perhaps,”
She ignored him. The sight of his bare back and bottom made her salivate and forget any previous indignation. Oh yes, she enjoyed this part of his anatomy very much.
“Do you like it?”
“Aye,” She immediately said, unable to keep herself from staring.
“Good,” abruptly he turned and Marianne was unable to fight back her gasp of horror. She had yet to finish with him!
“Because ‘tis now my turn to see you,”
She clutched her robe tighter to herself. “Me? But you have already seen all there is to see.”
He shook his head, invaded her by standing so close for what seemed to be the one hundredth time that day and pulled her close. “Nay, I have only felt you, and not all of you at that. I would like to see what I have been touching under your robe and through your gown all this time.”
Chapter Seven
William hardly knew how he survived the night without losing control and grabbing her, pulling her to him and taking her like his desperation demanded. Though he held himself back for a reason he hardly recalled, today he kept a close eye on the hips of his wife as she walked around the gardens.
He promised her this time and he would make good on his word, no matter how wonderfully difficult the sizzling between his legs made it.
He acknowledged the improvements in the herbs and vegetables but they remained behind his current thoughts, visions of her standing naked before him dominated him.
She had turned red last night while he watched. He kept one hand on his chin as if he studied some piece of art to be purchased. To her credit, she did not flinch from his eyes or shriek at him when he commanded her to turn around so that he might see her backside like she had commanded him.
When he saw her rounded bottom, he knew what it was that she had been so fixated on when she looked at him, though he doubted he was as pleasing to the eye.
She faced him again, her eyes widening comically at his cockstand. He did not try to hide it. Like always, she raised her nose to greet the air at their silent challenge.
Delight burst brightly inside him, like the sun shooting through an open window when she did not leap away when he touched her smooth shoulder. The same shoulder he’d kissed on her first night in his chamber. He kissed her mouth and her shoulder twice since that incident, and decided then that she was no longer at risk of flying off her feet when he touched her.
His fingers slid down to her breast and touched her budding nipple. He had sighed his pleasure with her small gasp. Heat radiated from her body and towards his, feeding a carnal desire that only grew hungrier. His fingers cupped her chin, traveled up the smooth flesh of her cheek and threaded her hair. Her hands braved their way up his chest, her own smaller fingers curiously tangling into the rough hair of his chest.
He was rock hard, had not realized his breathing had become labored until he tried to calm it. His eyes left her fingers and found her grey orbs. Standing so close, he found flecks of blue hidden within, like sky trying to break free from the storm clouds.
He smirked at the fitting description. She too tried had to break free. Indeed, she’d staged his kidnapping to break her father and Ferdinand.
He looked at her face, which glowed with building lust under his touch. No trace foreshadowed the passion he wanted her to feel. Passion for him.
He’d just admitted to not loving her, and he knew where she stood on that subject. If he were to build her lust higher and higher only to take her, she would surely hate him when her wits returned from their holiday between her legs. He did not want that, the very thought brought a sinking feeling into his chest.
William was going to have her. Soon. That had already been decided for the both of them the day he first laid eyes on his infuriated wife. Yet, he was a knight, and he would honor his word. Ah, but when he did have her, she would purr in contentment when the loving was over.
Anger flared from within, directed at himself. Any man could touch her like that and the reaction would be exactly the same. She did not want him, and when he