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“Trapped? In what way?” He stiffened at the words, uncertain what he had done to give her such a feeling.
“Because I am not allowed to do something I wish very badly to do,” she confessed, a smile creeping onto her lips.
“Then please, do it!” he said aloud with sudden vigor. “I will not have you feeling as trapped as you did when you were betrothed to that beast of a man.”
“You are certain?” she asked.
“Yes, do whatever you wish to do!” He was unprepared for what she did next. She put down her glass on the table and reached for him, her hands latching onto his waistcoat and tugging him forward as her lips met his own in a kiss.
CHAPTER10
Marina couldn’t help being bold as she pulled James into that kiss. She wanted to know too badly what it was like, and he had encouraged her to do as she wished.
At first, he didn’t seem to respond to the kiss. Feeling wilted and depleted by his lack of action, she was about to retreat from him when she suddenly felt him return the kiss. It was anything but gentle.
A hand upon her waist pulled her out of the chair she had been in and tugged her into James’ lap.
“Hmm!” she murmured into the kiss in surprise, just as he bit her bottom lip. There was a harshness to the kiss, one that was demanding, yet she loved it. That nip had heat spreading so much through her body, she could feel a redness increasing not only across her cheeks, but her chest too. As she parted her lips, he took control completely.
Lifting one hand to her head, he tangled his fingers with her hair, pulling on her updo until the tendrils were loose and angling her head so he had more access to her. She willingly gave it to him, stunned when his tongue came out to meet her own. Each tempting brush he delivered felt like fire. It was as if she was being scorched by his kiss, but it was a pleasant scorch. If ordinary fire felt like this, she would happily sit too close to the flames.
She shifted in his lap, wanting to be closer to him. As one of her knees slipped down beside his hip, she felt his hand come up and take the top of her knee. He directed it further alongside his hip, drawing the two of them even closer together.
Marina could feel his hard body against her own. It sent her imagination wild to the point she imagined they were doing this same thing, but his chest was bare. The cravat, waistcoat and shirt had been tossed away, lying somewhere on the floor as they kissed, trying to get closer to one another.
She pulled on his waistcoat, this yearning to be nearer to him taking over. James responded to her pull, and he tilted her back until she ended up on the table. He moved abruptly, standing and bending over her, his body sliding into place between her legs so suddenly that she felt that pool between her legs.
It was just like in her dream, that warmth and wetness developing fast, longing for him. Then she felt something beneath his trousers, a hardness that brushed against her center.
“Hmm!” she murmured in surprise.
James abruptly ended the kiss. He lifted himself up, looking down at her, panting as he caught his breath with his hands braced on the table on either side of her head. She was just as breathless, her hands still on his waistcoat above her.
“Trapped, eh?” he teased with a small smile. “You felt trapped because I said I would not bed you.”
“A little.” She returned his playfulness, delighted when he laughed deeply. She rather liked that sound and being able to draw it from him.
“Feel freer now?” he asked, bending down toward her.
“Much more.” She attempted to lean up to find his lips with her own again, but he moved away at the last minute and struck the table beside her. She turned her head toward his hand, wondering what that meant. “Strange… I could have sworn you liked that kiss.”
“I did.” James’ voice had deepened further to something that was practically a growl, almost animalistic. It made her think of her dream once more. Her legs drew up either side of his hips, and he emitted a thrilling growl, one of his hands going to her thigh through her gown to hold her still. “I’m bending my rules for you. I don’t usually bend my rules, Marina.”
“So, break them.” She offered an innocent smile, drawing her leg higher, despite his hand trying to restrain her. He clearly didn’t try too hard to hold her back, for he let that thigh brush his hip then his hand lifted higher, his fingers tracing her leg through the gown and up to her hip.
“If we’re going to break this rule, then it won’t be like this. Not here on this table.” He closed his eyes as if warding the image of her away. Marina couldn’t help being disappointed as her leg fell still. She wanted him to throw out all the rules, to make love to her there on that table, but once more, he was refusing.
“Why not?” she asked quietly.
“It won’t be like this,” he said again, opening his eyes. “I’ll make it something different, something you’ll remember, rather than a fast rut on this dining table.” Something in his words made the heat increase. She supposed he meant it to sound like something distasteful to her, yet she smiled. “Don’t look excited by those words,” he said, chuckling. She merely offered an innocent smile.
He stepped back from her and offered his hand. She took it, and he helped her off the table, so they were both standing still. Raising his hands, he went to fix her updo that she found had completely fallen down in their attentions to one another.
“What will it be like then?” she asked, intrigued to know what he had in mind for the two of them.
“I have a plan.” He spoke quietly, lowering his hands from her hair. “You’ll have to wait and see what I have in mind though.” He winked at her and stepped away.
Marina leaned on the dining table, finding she needed it for support just to keep standing. Despite James’ words, she wouldn’t have minded at all if he had taken her there on the table.
