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“I’ve never done this before,” she said, letting out a small laugh.
Of course she hadn’t. Marcella was unconventional, but she was still a lady. But then, Reginald had neverdone thiseither. He’d never been all that interested in the ladies found in Covent Gardens, and serious relationships didn’t mix well with dangerous professions. Oh, he knew the basics of how to pleasure a lady. Charles, for one, had been quite vocal in sharing his truly alarming breadth of experience in that regard. Now, Reginald was almost grateful for the extravagant stories involving ladies of the night and the one pretty seamstress who Charles had courted for six months or so.
“We’ll be careful,” Reginald insisted. “We’ll be slow.”
“I don’t know if I can bear to be too slow,” Marcella replied.
In that, they were of one mind. Reginald felt as if he might very well explode if he and Marcella delayed any longer.
Once Reginald reached the familiar door, he tore it open and bowed low. “Our chambers,” he said.
Marcella’s delicate hand slipped from his grasp, and she entered the opulent bedroom. It was all blue and silver, polished wood and gilded furniture. Reginald crossed the threshold behind Marcella and shut the door behind them. When she wandered to the bed, Reginald kept a respectful distance and tried to temper some of the fire burning in his belly.
Her face had become strange and unfathomable, still flushed and passionate. Reginald hooked a finger beneath his cravat and loosened it. His clothing felt suddenly too tight and restrictive.
“You sound as though you’re choking on something,” Marcella said, giving him a sly smile.
He approached her, and Marcella turned to face him. She kept her back to the bed and smiled up at him. Her delicate hand raised, and she stroked his hair. Reginald placed his hands once again on her tantalizing hips and imagined tearing the fabric from her slender form. He swallowed hard, as the lady’s eyes gleamed like precious gemstones. “Are you ready?” Reginald asked.
Marcella smiled, and he noticed for the first time that her teeth weren’t entirely perfect. There was the tiniest chip in one of them, just a minor imperfection which made the lady all the more alluring. “Am I ready?” Marcella asked, her voice thick with mischief. “Why, I was only waiting for you to tell me you were ready.”
Reginald grinned. He kissed her once more, deeply and ardently. Once he broke the kiss, he pressed his lips to Marcella’s neck. “Then, let’s begin,” he murmured.
