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“You think a mere kiss would change my mind?” She should be pushing him away. But having him so close, feeling the warmth of his body near her, was sparking a different sort of heat inside her. She was becoming less and less inclined to listen to her common sense when compared to the feelings spiraling through her. Feelings she had not had since before Lydia had been born.
“Vixen.” He hissed the word. The hand he’d used to pick her up stroked up the line of her core to one of her breasts. He palmed it, caressing until her nipples were hard, and warmth and wetness were pooling low in her belly.
She responded by rocking her chest in his hands and arching her hips slightly. Not enough to make any contact, but enough to draw his attention downward.
He responded by dragging his hand down her center, slow and teasing, just the lightest bit of pressure. It felt as if he was dragging all the warmth and wetness down to her core with his hand.
His fingers gently traced her waist, then trailed across her covered sex. She shivered before she could stop herself and saw the spark of desire and delight brighten in his eyes. He bent forward to kiss her throat, slow deep kisses from her collarbone to the pulse point behind her ear. The varying pressure of his lips was maddening, teasing, making her fight to turn and catch his lips with her own. Not that he permitted it, taking full control of their encounter and dominating her.
She was so distracted by his lips and his kisses that she was taken entirely by surprise when her skirt and chemise were abruptly pushed to her waist. She gasped.
He made a satisfied noise and whispered in her ear. “Consider this a sample of what I may offer you in aseriouscourtship, dear Nora. Or a marriage bed.”
His hand slid down her hip and thigh, smoothing over the bared skin, stroking lightly and teasingly. He seemed determined to coax every sound he could out of her, combining the strokes of his hands with little nips and licks of teeth and tongue.
She wanted to resist, but there was molten fire coursing through her, sensation driving any thoughts of self-preservation away to some distant corner of her mind. Pleasure clouded her mind, muffling and blanketing any protests she might have made.
By the time his hand finally crept close to her sex, she was slick with arousal and shifted restlessly, unable to stop her movements.
His finger brushed lightly over the lips of her sex, smearing the damp heat into her soft curls, and she breathed out in a sharp exhalation, hips rising and knees parting slightly in a completely involuntary movement.
He made a satisfied noise. His fingers reached and tangled in the curls of her feminine parts, then moved down, stroking her secret place from the top of the crease all the way down to her entrance.
A light, teasing stroke up and a firmer stroke down. She thought she might be braced for the next stroke, but he slid one finger between the dripping folds and pressed it inside her.
She yelped and arched, trying to force his finger further into her. Arthur tipped his head back enough to see her expression, a satisfied smile quirking his mouth at whatever her face was showing.
He shifted his hand, palming the top of her secret place. Then he crooked the finger inside her and plunged it deeper into her.
She gasped and thrust up again, bucking against his hand, squirming as he controlled the pressure and pulled back, then stroked deep again, setting up a rhythm that teased and sent heat spiraling through her and coiling deep in her core.
A second finger joined the first, stretching her a little, creating a burn from friction and the heat of his hand. His thumb stroked over the top of her folds until it found her pleasure center. He must have realized it because a lazy smirk lit his features before he applied firm pressure in that precise spot.
Her world was narrowing to fields of sensation. The friction and heat and pressure of his steady strokes. The gentle, constantly changing pressure of his thumb at her pleasure point, shifting and rubbing with every stroke of his fingers.
The heat coiled tighter and tighter, rising higher and higher, creating a maddening sense of pressure deep in her core. Everything tingled and yearned for more as she abandoned herself to the sensations he gave her.
Without warning, his lips fastened on her pulse point again with a gentle nip and a flick of his tongue. At the same time, three fingers stroked deep to the last knuckle, and the remaining two tweaked her pleasure center, combining pressure with a pinch and a bit of a twist.
Nora’s world came apart in a swoop of white light and heat, picking her up and shaking her as it sent her soaring on a wave of pleasure, incoherent and almost senseless with the intensity of it.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Arthur watched as Nora came apart in his arms, back arching with a wild, gasping shriek as wet heat flooded over his hand. She trembled in his arms, mindless pleasure sweeping every trace of reserve from her expression.
It was lovely. It was entrancing. He was enchanted and could have stayed there and watched that expression forever.
He would have liked to do more, but he suspected Nora would have refused him and pulled away had he attempted intimacy of the more traditional sort. It would take cold water or some serious attention to himself to deal with the hardness currently straining his trousers, but that was not a serious problem. Better discomfort than for Nora to feel he had taken advantage and taken something she had not wanted to give.
As it was, he was quite satisfied with the pleasure he had managed to give her. He rather thought he had made a good showing of the pleasure he could offer her in their marriage bed.
Nora was shifting in a manner that indicated she was beginning to regain her senses. Arthur pressed a final soft kiss to her forehead and then sat back to give her some space to breathe.
With soft breath and a sigh, Nora opened her eyes and shifted onto her elbows. Her eyes watched him for a moment, dark with the remnants of her pleasure. Then she moved into a more demure position, rearranging her skirts to properly cover herself once more, though she still looked somewhat disheveled.
She still hadn’t said anything. He leaned in for another gentle kiss, then stepped back. “I should hope you would trust my intentions are serious now.”
She regarded him softly for a while, then shook her head, a soft, sad smile playing briefly over her features. “Not in the least. If anything, I fear I trust you less now than before.”
