Gentlemen Prefer Spinsters (Spinsters Club #1)(60)

She jolted at the touch, but he placed a large, reassuring hand on her stomach, holding her down before tentatively touching his tongue to her folds.

She jerked as a bolt of sensation rumbled through her, setting her skin alight. “Harry!”

Quickly overcoming her shock, she marveled at the teasingly blissful feeling of his mouth upon her sex and she answered his every move with a thrust of her hips as she curled her hands around his head. A rumble of pleasure at her response erupted from him, causing her enjoyment to increase until she was thrashing, grabbing wildly at the rug beneath. When she felt she could take no more, he slid a finger into her slick heat and she exploded, crying out in surprise and wonder.

A luxurious lethargy cascaded over her and she looked at him with heavy lidded satisfaction. He slowly crawled his way back up to her, his muscular body covering hers. He was careful not to place his weight upon her but she enjoyed the feel of Harry’s hard thigh settling between her legs and his solid chest pressed against her sensitive skin. Merry brushed her hands over his rolling muscles, using her fingers to sketch a path over each individual muscle as he framed her head with his hands

She drew in a breath. Was this really about to happen? They locked gazes. His dark eyes were filled with an indefinable intensity, but she knew without question that it was the same love and desire that was likely written in her own expression. His mouth stayed in a grim line despite the obvious pleasure he took from having her beneath him.

Her forefinger tracked the line of his mouth and she smiled. “Why so serious?

His throat worked. “I do not wish to hurt you.”

Merry knew she should be nervous—she had heard enough gossip to understand that the first time could be painful—but she could not deny herself this. She wanted more from life than books and solitude. She wanted Harry, and all the scandal that came along with him, including making love to him in the library. Hands to his rear, she coaxed him forward.

In response, he settled between her legs, burrowing his head into her hair and kissing her neck. Cautiously he edged toward her as he nipped and sucked at her ear. Little could distract her from the hard heat of him as he brushed against her and finally found entrance. With a hurried thrust, he pushed into her, filling her completely. She cried out at the sudden pain, tears forming as she clenched her eyes shut to block out the discomfort.

He waited then, apologizing again and again in whispers, brushing the tears from her cheeks. As the sting dissolved, she became aware of a budding heat, deep in the pit of her stomach, and the awareness spread as she finally registered the joy of their union. He must have been aware of the change as he pulled his head from the crook of her neck to meet her gaze. Tears glittered in his eyes and he pressed a fierce kiss to her lips.

Cautiously he pushed forward, and Merry intuitively responded to the slight movement with the raising of her hips. He inhaled sharply as the movement brought him in deeper than she thought possible. She mourned the loss of the pressure in her when he pulled back, but was immediately gratified once more when he lunged again, causing a delightful friction.

Harry picked up the pace, rocking into her and pushing against her body so that it created a tingling sensation throughout her. His breathing grew ragged and soft cries left her. The lamplight danced across the planes of his hard body, enticing her more.

She leaned in and kissed him, tasting all that pent-up desire they were finally sharing. His gaze locked with hers as his hips slammed into her. Clinging to his shoulders, she moved with him, seeking some end she did not completely understand but knew if he was taking her there, it had to be extraordinary. Tingles raced through her, pushing her, dragging her, forcing her over the edge.

Her breath caught, she tensed. The tendons in his neck tightened and she dug her nails into his flesh. Never breaking eye contact, she gave into the tension, letting it wash over her in delicious waves.

Harry’s whole body tensed. “Christ, I love you, Merry.” The words came out raw.

“I love...you too,” she managed to reply.

He closed his eyes and his body shuddered. He groaned, low and deep. Merry felt the pulsing deep inside her then his body relaxed. After several moments of her smoothing her hands along his back, he lifted his head and kissed her forehead.

“Did I not tell you, Merry?”

She gathered her breath. “Tell me what?”

He smoothed back her hair. “How perfect we would be together.”

“So smug.”

“I certainly am. Look at the beautiful woman I have in my arms.” He kissed her lips. “You can admit it, you know?”

“Admit what?” She smoothed her hands along his arms, her body still flush with warmth and a luxurious lethargy.

“That I was right.”

Merry shook her head. “You shall never let me forget it either, will you?”

“Is that you admitting I was right?”

“Perhaps,” she said with a smile. “But I might need a little more proof.”

He chuckled. “As you will, my lady. As you will.”





Epilogue





“My goodness, Merry, the house looks wonderful.” Arabella gazed about the second drawing room.

Merry smiled, leading Arabella, Sophia, and Bella into the room and motioning for them to sit. “I cannot take all the credit I am afraid. I had a lot of help once Daniel returned.”