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Chapter Eleven
Crispin didn’t know whether to strangle Maggie for her foolishness or kiss her luscious lips, which trembled from what could only be passion. Her eyes filled with a heat one only held when desire ruled their every decision. It had led Maggie to risk her life to come to his lodgings. Only the depraved walked the streets in this area of London. However, she hadn’t made the trek on her own. He had seen Maggie arrive with Rogers from the window. He had sensed someone followed him home but hadn’t expected it to be them, which only infuriated him more. What possessed Rogers to bring her to him?
He stepped closer to her with a fierce growl, hoping to scare her away. But she only raised her chin in defiance. His ability to refrain from kissing Maggie earlier had led them to this scandalous moment. He must send her away. Crispin was on the verge of succumbing to every temptation his thoughts clung to about her.
While he fought with his conscience, his body made its own decision. He wrapped his hand around her neck and tugged her into his arms. His lips swept down, leaving Maggie in no doubt of where the kiss would lead to. There was nothing gentle with his kiss. His fright over her well-being licked at his soul. He needed the ferocity of their embrace to help calm his scattered emotions. Crispin didn’t know how to handle the vulnerability consuming him. Every emotion strung him in so many impossible directions. But with each sigh flowing from her lips, Maggie gifted him with a sense of security.
Maggie tasted the desperation in Crispin’s kiss. He had fought to stay in control since her arrival. However, his kisses consumed her, tempting her to follow him wherever their passion may lead them. And follow him she would. She wrapped herself around him and clung to his frame while she met him kiss for kiss. His need didn’t scare her away because her own need held the same fierceness.
Crispin reached down, lifted Maggie in the air, and wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her up against the door. He tore his mouth away, and his fingers dug into her buttocks, leaving his mark as it burned through the coarse material. His lips trailed a path of fire along her neck.
“You are a foolish minx,” Crispin growled near her ear.
Maggie threw her head back against the wall, savoring the caress of his lips. “As long as I am still a minx”—she sighed—“I do not care how foolish you may consider me to be.”
Crispin pierced her with his gaze. “Why have you risked your life?” The rawness in his voice declared his fear.
Maggie’s gaze softened, and she cupped his cheek. “Because I cannot stand to be apart from you.”
Her gaze undid him. The fear for her welfare drifted away as he held her safely in his arms. Only his need to worship her with soft words, slow kisses, and gentle caresses replaced the unsettling emotion. He only wanted to lay her upon his bed, make sweet love to her, and listen to Maggie’s sighs fill the air around them. He carried her to the bed and took her lips in the sweetest kiss he had ever shared with another soul. From this day forth, it would only be with Maggie.
There was no turning back.
He needed to love her. Her arrival was a gift he wouldn’t refuse. He lifted his head and gazed at her body intertwined with his. Their clothing was an unwanted distraction. He wished her silken limbs were bare for him to gaze upon.
Maggie stared at Crispin through lids weighed heavy with her desire. His eyes raked her form. His bold stare seared a path from her toes to her chest, where his gaze lingered. However, he made no move to undress either of them. She worried he would change his mind, but his hand gliding gently across her stomach spoke otherwise. She ached to have his hand climb higher. With the brush of his lips against her breasts, they grew heavy with an ache only Crispin would ease.
Her nipples tightened at the very thought of Crispin ravishing her with his soft kisses. The pull of his lips on her nipples, circling them with gentle licks. Maggie whimpered her need. He must have understood her desperation because he untied the string holding the shirt together. With a swiftness that took her breath away, Crispin swept the shirt over her head and threw it across the room.
Crispin bent his head and drew a bud into his mouth, obeying Maggie’s silent request. He sensed her need by her soft whimpers. He tightened his lips, sucking harder. Maggie arched her chest to his mouth, clutching at his hair and holding him at her breasts. He switched his attention to the other nipple, and her whimpers soon turned into sighs. Crispin eased her ache. However, he had only just begun to satisfy the need consuming them.
“You are a dream come true.” Crispin raked his teeth across her nipple.
Maggie thought she would surely expire from Crispin’s exquisite torture. When his hand slid between her thighs and rubbed against her ache, she wanted to crawl inside him. The need for him overwhelmed her. Her fingers dug into him when his strokes teased her, as did his mouth. She writhed around, pressing into his hand.
Crispin chuckled. “Easy, my love. We have only just begun.”
His husky tease exploded in her ears, causing rippling tremors to overtake her. No longer did she lie there like an inexperienced lady unsure what to do. Instead she came alive, wanting to heighten Crispin’s desire to the level he led her to. She wanted him to tremble with her and for them to join as one.
Maggie clawed at his clothing. Her impatient fingers pulled at his buttons, causing them to fly off the shirt. Crispin’s amusement didn’t deter her determination to feel his skin against hers. To have his hard body pressed into her softness. His chuckles vibrated against her stomach. He rose, straddling her body, and grinned down at her.
His hand trailed a path down her neck to cup her breast before moving across her stomach. “I should have known how wild you would be. You make love like you live life. Free. Wild. Uninhibited. Like a breath of fresh air.”
Maggie couldn’t speak. He stole her breath away with the wonderment in his tone. As if she granted him a special gift he felt unworthy of. She didn’t understand why he held such beliefs and she had no words to offer him. Only her love.
Crispin slid back, slowly peeling away Maggie’s trousers. He yanked off her boots and sent them sailing across the room along with her shirt. When he removed her pants, he brought them to his face. He closed his eyes and inhaled the sweet scent. He had imagined this moment since the first day he met her. The tantalizing memory kept him company on the long evenings he spent alone.
“These trousers have filled many fantasies,” Crispin whispered.
“How so?”
“The very day I met you, I watched you ride away on your horse. Who knew a pair of trousers held the ability to make a man jealous? But I was because they hugged your arse like a tight glove.” He chuckled. “I had to face the window for a length of time, so your family wouldn’t notice the improper thoughts I held for you.”
A warm blush spread across Maggie. The harsh red faded to a light pink the farther his gaze traveled along the length of her body. His gaze caused her to tremble in anticipation of his touch. He dropped the trousers and ran his hands along her legs, parting her thighs. Crispin wanted to touch his fingertips to her trembles and have them continue to spread throughout him.
“You fancied me then?” the minx teased him.
With a devilish grin, he slid a finger across her folds. At her gasp, her teasing smile disappeared, only for desire to spread across her face. With another stroke of his finger, her wetness coated him. He drew them to his mouth and sucked off the delectable juices.
