My Merry Marquess (Wallflower's Christmas Wish #3) - Annabelle Anders Page 0,26

pie.

He all but dragged her into his chamber, careful not to spill the pie, and closed and locked the door behind him.

Nick took the plate from her, set it on the counterpane of the bed, and then turned around and caught her staring up at him with eyes as hungry as his own.

She stepped into his arms, and he wasted no time in claiming her lips.

This. This was what he’d been waiting for, what he’d lacked, and had been impossible to feel with anyone else.

“I can’t stay long,” she gasped against his mouth. Her hands were in his hair, clutching and tugging. Any reluctance he’d imagined he’d seen in her earlier had all but evaporated. She sucked his tongue into her sweet mouth and pressed her soft curves against him.

One kiss that was meant to be enough for now turned to two, and then three. And then Nick stopped counting as neither of them seemed willing to walk away. She tasted him; she nipped at him. She explored his mouth with her tongue and his chest and shoulders with her hands.

They had nearly two years to make up for and damned if Nick was going to do anything to stop her. Her need overflowed with all the desperation he’d felt himself. It conveyed more than words ever could.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d become so lost in a kiss. Time stood still—or it went on without him. He didn’t care which.

A tremble ran through her but not from fear, from desire.

He wanted her. He wanted all of her. As he thrust his cock against her belly, he knew that he didn’t want to take her hastily. He wanted to savor her. He wanted to claim her over and over again.

Holy hell, he wanted to marry her.

She broke their kiss for the fraction of an instant when he dropped his arm beneath her knees and carried her to the bed. She strained against him, increasing the tension mounting between his body and his mind. He’d told her he loved her once before. He vividly remembered how she’d touched his face and kissed his lips in response. She’d not said the words herself. “Eve. I lo—”

“I missed you so much.” Her hands were stroking the sides of his face while she frantically pressed kisses along his chin and jaw.

He climbed onto the bed and lowered some of his weight atop her. Excited, she panted, laboring to catch her breath. No need to hurry. Nick determined to take his time with her. They would have a lifetime together.

The scent of apples and cinnamon teased his nostrils as he trailed his mouth down her chin to the delicate spot where her neck curved into her shoulder. “My Eve.” He lowered her bodice and captured one perfect bud between his lips.

“Nicholas,” she whispered, arching her back.

“So perfect, Eve. So beautiful.”

She cried out when he clamped on and drew her deeper into his mouth.

Her knees parted, and she cradled him with her legs. Home. He was home at last.

The soft flesh of her thighs beckoned him to seek the pleasures between them and he moved his hips, rubbing himself against her.

He ached to experience the warm wet heat that beckoned. Denying himself might prove more than a little painful.

She whimpered when he claimed her other breast. “I need you, oh, Nicholas.”

Locking his gaze with hers, he slowly crawled backward and then, inch by revealing inch, pushed her gown up her legs.

Eyes overflowing with passion, she stared at him with uninhibited want, with unbridled need.

Did she love him?

What the hell was wrong with him? He loved her. If he made love to her right now, neither of them would have a choice.

And yet he wanted her love. He wanted all of her.

“Trust me, Eve?” The question surprised even him.

She blinked and tilted her head as his words penetrated her fog of desire. “I think so.”

He swallowed hard. She wasn’t ready for this. But if he took her tonight, he would never let her go.

He owned her body but was less certain of her heart.

And yet her knees trembled beneath his hands.

He lifted her gown up and past her hips and then lowered his mouth to the taut skin low on her belly. He would love her this way for now.

“Wider.” Her thighs opened for him. Nick inhaled her scent as he trailed his mouth lower. Intoxicating. So damn intoxicating. Using his tongue, he stroked just above her seam even as a wicked idea formed in his

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