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He gripped her hips, yanked her to the edge of the table, her naked thighs wide around him. Finally, his breathing was ragged.
“Now,” she murmured. “And that’s an order.”
He didn’t move.
“If you don’t do this right now, so help me, I’ll—”
“You’ll what, sweetheart?”
She glared at him.
“Oh, you’llglareat me. It’ll take more than that to scare me away.”
But he required no further instruction: He pushed firmly, unhesitatingly, into her.
Arabella wrapped her legs around him, squeezing him to her as tightly as she could. She forced her eyes open, held his. She longed to throw back her head and surrender to sensation, but she needed to look at him, to show him what he did to her, what he meant to her, how intensely she wanted to hold onto this. That she offered her body in a vow to him; that she received his touch as his vow to her.
With one arm, he held her off the table, taking her weight, moving inside her. She moved with him, passion guiding her, reveling in each sensation, in the powerful movement of her hips and thighs. Taking her own pleasure, heightening his. No thoughts now, no breath, her face pressed into his neck, smothering her gasps, as glorious pleasure shuddered through her, holding him tight as he shuddered too, their bodies still joined.
Guy’s shoulders heaved under her airless limbs, and he released a long, slow groan into her hair. His arms tightened around her, gathering her together, gently lowering her to the table. His eyes were glazed and sleepy. He smoothed a hand over her cheek. Holding his gaze, she pressed a kiss to his palm.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he said.
“No. That was…” She sighed.
“It was, wasn’t it? One day, I’ll tup you very slowly, and then you’ll be sorry.”
He leaned toward her and—
A quiet knock sounded at the door. His eyes widened; no doubt hers did too. A heartbeat of stillness, until they leaped into action, smothering their laughter as he pressed a kerchief into her hand and they tidied themselves as best they could.
Taking his time, Guy sauntered across the room. He unlocked the door and lounged with one shoulder against the wall.
Mama stood in the doorway. Her expression remained bland as she looked them over, first one, then the other. Her gaze came to rest on the workbasket sprawled sideways on the floor. An unfamiliar heat flooded Arabella’s cheeks and throat.
Guy’s laughter shattered the fragile air.
“You’re blushing,” he said.Gloated, the fiend. “Arabella Larke is actually blushing.”
Mama ignored them both, her eyes on the fallen basket. “There is enough time for you two to clean up before Sir Gordon speaks to you,” she said mildly. “And Lord Hardbury?” She faced him with such scolding serenity that he straightened. “It might be advisable for you to remove yourself from Vindale Court until the wedding, for the sake of…appearances. I am sure Sir Gordon and Lady Bell will have a room for you at the Grange.”
“Of course, my lady.”
He sketched a bow. Mama stood aside that he might exit, but once past her, he turned and caught Arabella’s eye.
“Blushing,” he mouthed over Mama’s head, winked, and left.
Arabella stared into the empty hallway, then darted after him, brushing past her mother.
“Guy!” she called.
He pivoted, waited, as she reached his side.
“I agree,” she said quietly. “You are not quite the worst thing that could happen to me.”
He grinned. “It is just as well your seduction technique has improved, because you are still dreadful at flirting.”
Whistling, he sauntered off.
