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Maggie took a few steps back, luring Crispin to follow her. When he hesitated, glancing over his shoulder, she made a bold move by unclasping her mother’s brooch and sliding the shawl off her shoulders to pool around her feet.
“Crispin,” Maggie whispered.
Dracott’s head whipped around at the sultry whisper that beckoned his attention. He defied his common sense when he closed the door and propped a chair under the knob to keep them from getting caught. And as his steps drew him toward Maggie, his noble intentions from earlier disappeared. However, when his arms wrapped around her and his mouth ravished her lips, Dracott succumbed to the realization of how he was a doomed man destined to fall in love with Margaret Worthington. He would risk any scandal to kiss her sweet lips and worship at her feet. The danger lurking on their horizon was no match for them together.
Maggie was unprepared for Crispin’s dominating kisses. She only meant to tease him, but instead she had unleashed what kept him firmly under control. The force of his kiss sent her senses into overdrive. The ache consuming her increased its need to find release. However, Crispin’s kisses only teased it further out of her control. When his tongue stroked her lips to open and the brush of his fingers across her nipples set her on fire, her knees buckled from underneath her. Crispen caught her and carried her to a sofa set in the corner.
She clung to him, opening her mouth at his demand. When he settled her on his lap, his kiss slowed. He took his time exploring her with his tongue, gently stroking hers with the softest of touches, only to pull away and trace her lips. Each teasing swipe only built Maggie’s need. She whimpered, and he met her reaction with a kiss so profound it left Maggie breathless with its intensity. He molded his mouth against her, drawing on her desire with each stroke of his tongue, leading them into a dance of the forbidden.
Maggie didn’t know whether to cry from the depth of the emotions it brought forth or to plead for him to never stop.
Dracott needed to bring himself under control before he unleashed himself upon Maggie’s innocence. He didn’t know who trembled more from their passion. His hand shook as he caressed her curves nestled against him. But with each touch, her body trembled with her reaction. He drew one kiss after another from her sweet lips.
Hell! There was nothing sweet about her lips. They were a sin he wanted to indulge in for hours on end. No. He needed to indulge in them. He only wished to treasure the unexplainable emotions that were filled with Maggie’s kisses.
His hand drifted across her chest. The damp material brought forth the memory of her nipples tightening into taut buds when the champagne spilled across them. He wondered if they tasted as fruity as the wine did on his tongue. His thumb teased a nipple until it hardened under his regard. He lifted his head away from Maggie’s lips to watch. With each swipe, her nipples pressed against the fabric. The light material couldn’t hide the dark swell of her desire.
Maggie gasped at the intensity spilling from Crispin’s gaze on her chest. While she missed his lips upon hers, he captured her attention with his soft caresses. His fingers teased her nipples with each swipe back and forth across them. Maggie moaned from the delicate touch and shifted on his lap, bringing forth a groan from Crispin. He raised his head and their gazes clashed, leaving Maggie in no doubt of his desire for her.
Crispin raised his hand, slid it into her coiffure, and drew her head to his mouth. “You are nothing but trouble. I can no longer resist you.”
“Did you even want to?” Maggie’s voice trembled.
Crispin paused. She misunderstood him. He never should have spoken his thoughts aloud. “Not since the day I met you.”
“Oh.” Crispin’s answer contradicted his comment, which only confused Maggie. However, he never allowed her to voice her confusion.
His kiss consumed her once again, while his hands slid her gown off her shoulders. The warm air caressed her breasts, but it was Crispin’s fingers that lit them on fire. She moaned her pleasure as he trailed kisses along her neck while whispering accolades of devotion about her body. Everything she had read or overheard from listening to Evelyn talk with her sisters never prepared her for the onslaught of Crispin’s attention.
His lips trailed to one breast, brushing softly against her nipple, only to retreat to the other breast. Her body trembled in anticipation of the unknown reaction of his desire. He continued the torture by pressing his tongue against the nipple. Then he withdrew the pleasure and repeated the same action on the other nipple. Maggie felt herself slipping out of control but was unable to stop herself from staying sane.
She slid her hands into Crispin’s hair and clung to him. “Please,” Maggie whimpered.
She didn’t know what she begged for, but the sinful stroke of Crispin’s tongue held all the answers. His lips on her body was the salvation to her soul.
Crispin heard the desperation in Maggie’s tone. It matched the desperation clawing at him to unleash his passion and bring them both pleasure. When her hands clutched at his head, urging him to fulfill their desires, he latched his mouth onto her bud and savored the sweet fruit of the champagne. She tasted heavenly. His need to sample her other delights only increased with each bud he sucked upon. However, he kept himself restrained by focusing on Maggie’s pleasure. He was a starving man, and only she could quench his appetite.
Maggie bit her tongue at the sensations coursing through her body. With each pull of Crispin’s lips, Maggie floated on a cloud of ecstasy. His hardness pressing into her hip showed that Crispin felt the same. She wished to bring him the same pleasure he brought her, so she shifted back and forth on his lap.
Crispin groaned. “Maggie.”
She undid him bit by bit. He was unraveling past the point of no return. But he lost all control to stop himself. His hands cupped her breasts while his mouth continued to dominate her senses. Her moans guided him along. On her sighs, he teased her with a lick. She groaned, and his lips wrapped around a bud and drank its juices. When her hands pulled at his head and held him to her breasts, his lips tightened, sucking harder until she writhed on his lap, easing the ache building in his cock.
A loud gong echoed around him, pulling him from his haze. Silence filled the theater, then the noise of conversations filled the air again. The warning informed them that the intermission would end in ten minutes.
Crispin looked down at the lady spread across his lap. A temptation he swore he would resist while protecting her. However, with one soft whisper of his name from her lips, he had fallen like every man before him. Except Maggie was worth more than everything he risked. As much as he wished to express his thoughts, there wasn’t time. He needed to get Maggie back into her family’s box before anyone wondered about her absence.
Maggie saw the indecision cross Crispin’s features as he drew the dress back over her shoulders. They must return, but before they did, she wanted something from him. “Promise me you will never regret our time here.”
Crispin slid his hand over Maggie’s cheek. “I will never regret a single moment of our time together. Ever.”
Maggie beamed her pleasure at his answer.
Crispin lost himself in her gaze for a brief second before reality set in. With swift work, he set her back to rights. A few tendrils had escaped her coiffure from his ravishment, but they were not enough to draw notice. It appeared only if the pins were loose.
The only task remaining was for them to make their return. With one more brief kiss, he grabbed her hand and hurried to the door. If anyone caught them alone, he would have to suffer through Worthington’s and Worth’s wrath on ruining Maggie, not to mention Lady Worthington’s fury. He shivered from what they would walk into upon their return.
Maggie, while in a blissful daze, wasn’t naïve enough not to realize what would happen if anyone caught them. She would either find herself engaged to marry Crispin or shipped back to Worthington Hall in shame. She sensed Crispin feared the same outcome, and she wanted to reassure him. Maggie paused, and Crispin peered in confusion at her.
