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“Don’t make me beg, Emily. If you don’t want me, say so. I’ll walk away. But if you still love me, give us a chance.”
Tears still shimmered in her eyes as she took his hands. Will steeled himself for her tender rejection. “Come here.”
She pulled him close, wrapped her arms about his neck, and kissed him gently. Then she pulled him with her, leading him to a room off the main living area. The room held a dresser and a bed, both painted blue like the ocean on a calm day. The curtains were open, showing a view of the beach. He could imagine her waking up and looking out at the endless expanse of water. She turned to him, reached for her hair, and began to pull the pins out. He watched as her white-blond hair fell about her shoulders, the sunlight making it look almost golden at times. She gave him her back. “Help me with the gown, will you?”
Will reached for the small buttons on the gown then paused. “I’ll freely admit, I’m not very good at this sort of thing, but did you give me an answer?”
She glanced at him over her shoulder. “The answer is yes, my love. Now help me out of this gown so I can show you how much I want you.”
His love. Hiswife.
Will’s hands felt thick and clumsy as he fumbled with the small buttons. Finally, he had the row unfastened, and he slid the garment off her shoulders. He kissed the creamy skin he bared as she unfastened the hook on her skirt. That too pooled on the floor, but she still had layers to go. While she untied petticoats, his hands moved to her corset, and he began unlacing her. Finally, she stood in her chemise, the sunlight filtering through it to outline the curves of her body. He turned her to face him and bent to kiss her collarbone then her breasts through the thin linen of the undergarment.
“Take off your coat,” she whispered. Reluctant to release her, he shrugged out of his coat, necktie, and waistcoat. While she moved to the bed, he removed his boots and pulled the shirt over his head. When he looked at her again, she was lying on the bed. Naked.
Will’s mouth went dry, and he stumbled toward her. He was drunk on the sight of the curve of her breasts and the rounding of her hips. She spread her legs slightly, and he quite forgot all the ways he’d planned to pleasure her before taking her. The pink of her sex glistened, and his cock went painfully hard. He stripped off his trousers and went to her, naked, feeling the warmth of the sun on his skin.
“I need to be inside you,” he said.
“Yes.” She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him on top of her. His mouth met hers in a long kiss, where he showed her with his tongue exactly what he wanted to do with his body. Her legs wrapped about his hips, urging him closer, and he moaned at the heat of her.
“I need you, Will,” she said.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He guided his cock into her warm, wet sex, feeling her clench around him. His gaze met hers as he began to move. “I love you,” he said on a groan.
“And I love—oh, yes.”
He’d reached between them, stroking her swollen nub to give her pleasure.
“I love you. Don’t stop.”
“I’m yours as long as you want me.” Pleasure crested, but he staved off his climax as long as he could. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from coming when he felt her inner muscles clench around him. Her eyes went soft then widened as she gasped out his name. Her hips bucked, and he couldn’t resist any longer. He thrust deep as she cried out then prepared to pull out, but her legs tightened. “Stay.”
Will met her gaze, saw what she wanted, and was helpless to resist. He didn’t have to resist. She would be his wife. He thrust again, making her cry out in pleasure, and then his own pleasure overtook him until his shout echoed.
He’d never climaxed inside a woman before, and he was breathless at the sensation. It was better than he could have ever imagined. And he was still buried inside her as the aftershocks of pleasure rippled through them both. Finally, he rolled off her, pulling her to him so her head rested on his shoulder. His arms were tight around her. He’d fought for her, and now he wouldn’t allow her to go.
EMILY DOZED IN WILL’Sarms, the scent of him wrapping her in a haze of pleasure and desire. She’d agreed to marry him. She would be a wife again. Perhaps she’d have another chance at being a mother.
She’d have to tell the queen, and the thought of the monarch’s disapproval made her stomach clench. She’d miss the queen and the palace and the other ladies-in-waiting as well. She had enjoyed her time there, had enjoyed being in court and meeting men and women from all around the world. She wished she didn’t have to give it up.
Emily opened her eyes. But why should she have to give it up? The other ladies-in-waiting were married. None were newly wed, but they all had husbands. Why couldn’t Emily keep her position at court even after she married? And why couldn’t Will keep his position as a Royal Saboteur? When he was away on a mission, she would live at the Court and serve the queen. When he returned, she’d spend long blissful days in his arms. That sort of arrangement couldn’t last forever. If they had a child, she’d want him home and out of danger, but she didn’t know if she would ever receive that blessing.
“Will,” she said, sitting up to look at him in the late afternoon light. He had a faint dusting of pale stubble on his jaw, and his eyes were almost golden when he opened them.
“Give me a moment to gather my strength,” he said.
She smiled. “That wasn’t why I woke you. I have an idea.”
He smiled lazily. “I have an idea as well. Roll onto your stomach.”
She smacked him lightly. “That’s not what I meant. I was thinking about the future. About marriage.”
His eyes went dark, and a crease appeared between his brows. “You were thinking? I don’t like the sound of that.”
“I haven’t reconsidered,” she assured him. She sat, and his gaze drifted down to take in her nakedness. She put her hand on his chin and drew his gaze back to her eyes. “I realized that you aren’t the only one who loves your work.”
“Go on.” His brows rose with interest, and she had his full attention now.
