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ETHAN’SWORDSPLAYEDon repeat as they stepped out at the penthouse floor.
‘You can stop acting now.’
For a while she had forgotten that this was a contracted wedding—an marriage of utter convenience and a staged event. Certainly as he’d kissed her all the way through the door the fact that there might be cameras trained on them had been the furthest thing from her mind.
Ethan seemed oblivious to the brutal slap his words had delivered—although perhaps not quite, because he frowned when he saw her pale lips.
‘Bed,’ he said. ‘You look wiped.’
The apartment was on two levels, but Merida barely took it in. She simply felt numb as she followed him up the staircase. The master suite seemed to take up the entire top floor. The curtains were drawn and the furnishings were rich and heavy. There was a very masculine feel to the room.
‘You have a beautiful home,’ Merida said, but she was making small talk and not quite ready for that huge bed.
‘I have a beautiful wife,’ Ethan responded, and dropped his jacket onto a chair.
‘I thought we’d stopped acting?’ Merida snapped out a tart response, but better that than reveal how raw his words had left her.
‘We have. I’m just stating a truth.’
He removed his tie, and Merida watched as he easily dealt with his shoes and socks. Next came his shirt. And his eyes never left her face.
‘I think it all went well,’ Ethan said.
‘Was I convincing enough for you?’ She flashed angry eyes but he wasn’t perturbed.
In fact he came over to her. ‘Very. Here, let me help.’
He easily located the small concealed zip on her dress, and as he pulled it down Merida closed her eyes, because despite herself she craved his touch. She wanted to turn and be in his arms and she was fighting with herself.
Beneath the dress she wore a thin pale gold slip with spaghetti straps, and he helped her out of that and dropped it to the floor.
He saw, for the first time, all the changes in her.
His hand dusted over her stomach for a moment, but then moved lower and slid her knickers down.
Merida stepped out of them on legs that were shaky, grateful for the steadiness of his arm. And when he unhooked her bra she looked down and saw the pink of her areolae and her nipples like two studs, jutting out.
The air crackled between them as he stroked one.
She watched, wondering how, as if with a switch, he simply turned her on.
‘Come to bed,’ he told her in a low, throaty voice.
And she could blame it on the contract, on the fact that a marriage had to be consummated, but as she climbed in Merida went because sheneededto.
He discarded his trousers and she looked at that gorgeous body naked. Pale and long-limbed, he was also toned and lithe—and already hard. He climbed into bed and there was no chatter, no speaking, just the heat of his naked body as he pulled her into him.
And she went to him like an addict, searching for the knock-out effect of his tongue.
He’d expected martyrdom to strike in the marital bed tonight, yet there wasn’t a trace of that.
Merida had been on a slow burn all day, with endless kisses that had clouded her mind, and it was a relief simply to give in to the constant push-pull of desire.
Later she would think, fathom how to proceed, but all Merida knew was that she needed him badlytonight.
They were all entwined limbs and searching tongues, and she was ready when he entered her slick warmth.
He took her as he would have the first time, had Merida not told him she was a virgin. Oh, not against the wall... But she was the first woman in this bed and he took her hot and hard against the mattress, wrapping her legs around his loins and driving hard.
