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No, darling, far too right.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her night rail off until it landed at her feet.
Her rosy nipples were waiting for his mouth. He lifted her up and carefully placed her on the bed. She moaned as he brushed his tongue across one of her nipples. Feeling her hips move under his, he knew she wanted this as much as he did. He brought her nipple into his mouth and suckled until she squirmed under him.
“Will,” she moaned.
He wanted to hear her moans, feel her writhe, and taste every bit of her. Trailing hot kisses down her belly, he slid between her legs. She stiffened slightly before letting her legs fall apart to him.
Elizabeth almost jumped out of her skin as his mouth stroked her folds. When his tongue slid across her nub, she moaned. How could this man she barely knew touch her in such an intimate manner? And she didn’t mean physically. Only a week ago, she told herself that she could not possibly love him. But now, she wasn’t so certain.
His tongue continued its assault on her, sending her passion soaring. Gradually, the pressure built, the need increased, and she wanted him now.
“Will,” she pleaded. “Please.”
He chuckled softly against her fold. “No, Elizabeth. I want to feel you come against my mouth.”
And as he stroked her again, she did just that. She shook with pleasure, moaned his name, and still wanted more. He shifted his position and gave her exactly what she desired—him. Plunging into her, she gasped with the fullness of him.
“Are you still sore?” he asked.
“No,” she groaned as he slid back out again.
“Elizabeth,” he moaned.
She lifted her legs higher on his hips sending him deeper in to her recesses. Never had she felt something as incredible as being with Will. She wanted this to go on forever. But now she recognized the feeling of pressure building inside her. She closed her eyes and let passion take over.
Digging her fingernails into his back, she was overcome with the sensations. She let go and felt him tremble as his release washed over him. Slowly, he lowered his body down on hers. She felt his erratic breathing on her shoulder.
She knew then that she loved him, and the thought scared her to death. He wasn’t staying here. How could she leave her country? Her friends? The life she had known forever? The words she had said to him replayed in her mind.
If she truly loved you, her father’s wishes would not matter.
And if that were the truth, if Elizabeth loved Will, she should be willing to go wherever he needed to be. No matter how much she wanted to be, she wasn’t a strong woman. Having been raised with servants to tend to her needs all her life, she had no idea how to perform tasks some would consider simple. She couldn’t cook her own meals. Oh, God, she didn’t even know how to light a fire.
She had given herself to a man who needed a woman that she could never be.
He slowly rolled off her and then brought her up against his chest. “You are very quiet,” he murmured.
She only nodded, unable to tell him of her fears. She didn’t even know how he felt about her. She might just be a mistress to him.
A throwaway woman.
“Elizabeth?”
“I’m all right,” she lied. “Just a little tired.” And completely overwhelmed.
She didn’t want to give him up, but what options did she have?
Chapter 17
Will crawled back into his bed before the servants awoke. The last thing he needed was to be caught sleeping in the same bed as Elizabeth. And yet, the idea of always sleeping with her warmed his heart. He lay in bed staring at the coffered ceiling, wondering about his reaction to her.
He had never really been intimate with a lady of quality before because he knew the expectations. While he’d offered Elizabeth marriage after their first tryst, she’d rejected him. Of course, that was due to her believing he still loved Abigail, which he did not.
But he wondered if there could be another reason why she snubbed his offer.
Maybe she had feelings for another man. Somerton came to mind. She never seemed to mind his dances, even if she did call him a scoundrel. Perhaps that was the type of man she preferred, the rake, the scoundrel, the man who would never do the right thing. Some women craved the excitement of that kind of man.
He honestly didn’t believe that of her. She was the one who had warned him about Somerton.
