The Luck of the Bride (The Cavensham Heiresses #3)(64)

She bucked and pushed against him as he continued to please her. His March responded as if perfectly made for him. He slipped one finger inside of her and pushed until he could go no further. She moaned her approval. He slipped a second finger into her wet, tight sheath. He curled his fingers slightly and moved in and out. She squirmed until he found the spot he was looking for. He lifted his head to watch her and found his reward, a most amazing sight. She pressed her eyes closed and canted her hips as if offering herself to him. He’d give everything including his soul to take her gift and lose himself within her.

“How incredible you look,” he whispered as his lips traced the fine lines of her cheek. “Desire becomes you. I wish I had a mirror so you could witness the beauty I see beneath me.”

With his thumb, he continued to stroke her peak as he slowly continued to pump his fingers. Desperate, she pulled him by the hair and brought his mouth to hers. She thrust her tongue into his mouth as if he were her salvation. It felt perfect. She felt perfect.

They felt perfect.

Suddenly, she stilled in his arms with her muscles taunt. Her body clamped down hard on his fingers. Her face transformed, and her innocent amazement melted into pleasure.

Her sounds, the whimpers and the sharp breaths, hit him like bolts of lightning. Her supple body relaxed against him. She was gorgeous in the afterglow of her climax. His thoughts scattered as his cock demanded its own release.

Quickly, he unbuttoned the fall of his breeches and took himself in hand. He lay on his side and clenched his length. He pressed his face against her cheek. Her scent of arousal caused his to strengthen. Hunger for completion took control as his cock pulsed. His climax exploded from him, and he willingly surrendered.

The exquisite pleasure lasted for what seemed like minutes. He found her lips and made love to her mouth again as if possessed. Then as his heartbeat slowed, he kissed her gently, with more tenderness. He wanted all of her. It was madness, but he never wanted to let her go.

He’d just come in his hand like an adolescent. Never had he been this beguiled and so out of control with a woman. He wanted to see her come again and witness how passion made her flush a brilliant pink. He wanted to take her and make her his in every way.

More importantly, what had she done to him? For God’s sake, she was a virgin. He’d made her come as she lay on the floor fully dressed. He hadn’t even taken her to bed. It was as if an avalanche had fallen and captured them both in the swirl of their uncontrollable need for each other.

He pulled away and made quick work of finding a handkerchief to clean the evidence of his climax. With a glance, he saw her slight pant, the desperate effort to gather her sanity from the madness they’d created.

He turned on his side and rested his head in his hand. Magnificent. There was no other word to describe her. She lay before him like a feast he could spend days devouring.

March blinked away her remaining bemusement, then shifted to meet his gaze. “Why?”

“Why?” he mimicked. It was the only thing that had popped into his muddled brain.

She turned the rest of her body so they lay facing each other. “What we shared. Why did you do it?”

“I wanted to spend the time pleasing you.” He released a careful breath as he knew exactly why he had done it. At first, he could attribute his desire as a way to hide his anxiety over her numbers-and-patterns discourse.

However, that was a lie.

When he’d taken her in his arms, the truth had slowly unfurled. She was so beautiful to him and he wanted her—wanted to seduce her and prove how special she was. Only, he didn’t realize she could shake his very foundations. Gazing across at her tempting mouth and warm eyes, he wanted her again. “And I’m fond of you. I want more with you.”

The utterance should have terrified him. Surprisingly, it didn’t. It was the truth.

Her brow crinkled as she considered his answer. “Your brother doesn’t care for me. Please don’t misunderstand. I enjoyed what we did.” She closed her eyes as if to hide, but a perfect blush colored her cheeks betraying her unease.

He leaned closer until a scant inch separated them. “I truly care for you. If I’ve offended you—”

Her fingers touched his mouth to quiet him. Instinctively, he pressed his lips against her fingers.

Her gaze was fierce. “I wanted this. I know if I would have said no, you’d have stopped. It was amazing.”

Some part of him, the hidden primeval beast, made him want to pound his chest and grunt in approval. He reached to embrace her again and prove to her how much she meant to him.

“But…” she whispered. A hint of pain shadowed the confusion in her voice.

The word made him stop cold. What they had shared had been beyond his comprehension until he held her in his arms and experienced her affection and desire. There would be no “buts” about the passion storm they’d created between them.

“March—” He took her hand in his and raised it to his mouth. There was no kiss on the top of her hand, but something more intimate. He rubbed his lips against her skin as he spoke and met her gaze as he continued to caress her. “Tell me what William said to you. What did that reprobate do?”

She met his chuckle with a loud sigh. She appeared tired, and sorrow lined her pretty face.

“Nothing that would deserve your wrath.” She spoke calmly but her brightness had dimmed. “He doubted my family’s circumstances and my reasons for bringing my family to London. I’m surprised he didn’t discuss the conversation with you. Emma caught the last tails of the conversation and took him to task.”