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He hauled her against him and kissed her. Pippa parted her lips, and it felt as if he sucked her inside of himself and consumed her. She kissed him back, slipping her hand around his nape and holding him to her. Pippa moaned softly when his tongue glided against her, igniting a spark of fire low in her belly. She pulled away and he released her, sitting opposite her. They stared at each other for several moments. “You are outrageous,” she whispered.So am I.
“I thought you knew, having called me an unrepentant rake.”
She cast him a fulminating glare, and the dratted man only smiled, a sensual curve of his mouth while his eyes gleamed with something far too provocative. “William—”
“I am falling in love with you, Pippa.”
The shock of hearing those words robbed her of breath. She was enthralled by what she saw in his gaze. “William?”
“Perhaps I am already there,” he murmured, “because the force of what I feel for you is unstoppable. I long for you every damn day and night. I want you near to me always, and when I envision having a family…children…I can only picture them with you. I am damn relieved you are not with child, because when we marry, I want you to know it is because I want you and only you. There is a hole in my life, and I know it cannot be filled with anything but you, Pippa. Only you.”
A shattering awareness surged through her, and tears pricked behind her eyes. “You are courting me.”
“Yes.”
A laugh escaped her, and she slapped a hand over her mouth. “For how long?”
She stared at him, aware that he was watching her closely, his gaze hooded, his body tensed.
“Days, weeks, months…until you know and understand that you are the most important person in my heart,” he said gruffly. “Until society knows it and understands I am marrying you because I am fucking besotted and not because I was trapped into it.”
Emotions wrenched through her chest and Pippa hurled herself into his lap and hugged him.
“This is a dangerous place for you to be,” he said gruffly, pressing a kiss against her throat.
Suddenly she laughed, bursting with happiness and relief. “It is still where I want to be; I love you, William, so very much!”
“God, I missed you, this soft feel of you against me and your smell,” he muttered into the curve of her throat.
William took her mouth in a burning kiss. The dark, rich taste of him enveloped her senses, and Pippa greedily responded. They kissed until her mouth felt bruised, yet they did not stop. The carriage lurched at one point, yet they did not break apart. The desperate feeling pouring through them felt as if it could be assuaged, and Pippa was not shocked when her love pushed her gown to her hips and arranged her to sit atop of him.
It felt delightfully wicked…and so very right.
William reached between them, his fingers unerringly finding her nub. She moaned into his kiss, and he swallowed it as he used his fingers to rouse her body to a fevered pitch. Pippa shivered, gripping the strands of his hair far too tightly as he slipped not one but three fingers inside her quim, stretching and preparing her. Sharp pleasure sparked through her nerve endings, and she grew remarkably aroused.
Knowing she had to remain silent only heightened the erotic nature of the moment. Pippa wrenched her mouth from his and gently bit into his shoulder as he tormented her with his diabolical fingers. Sweat beaded her brow, and wanton heat speared through where he touched, flamed up to her belly and to her breasts that grew taut with want. A ragged breath whimpered from her when he removed his fingers, put his cock to her so very wet entrance and inexorably sheathed her onto his cock.
“William,” she gasped on a choked breath, the pressure of him being so deep inside her almost too much.
“Hmm?” he purred, licking along the arched line of her exposed throat. “Ride me, sweetheart.”
He kept his thumb rubbing her clitoris as she arched off of his cock and then slid back down. Pleasure burst through Pippa and she moaned.
“Shh,” he teased carnally. “Not too loud, my sweet.”
Pippa laughed tenderly against his mouth, kissing him with all the love she owned for him. She rode him with slow, steady thrusts until he cursed against her lips, kissing her with ravishing passion. She had thought she would never be this daring to be free or this impossible, beautiful love burning inside her chest for this man. Her throat burned, and tears pricked behind her lids. “I love you so much,” she said on a soft sob, her lips touching the underside of his jaw.
He hugged her to him, rocking her onto his cock as they both chased the pleasure they knew could only be found in each other’s embrace.
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Three weeks later
Thetonlooked on with a sense of awe as a particular M delightfully courted Lady P. No one was surprised, at least not this writer, when news of their engagement rocked through society only yesterday. Some might wonder what prompted M of T to marry after disavowing the state for so long, but this author only had to see the M of T dancing with his fiancée at last night’s ball to know the full truth of it. My dear readers, it is an undeniable love match, and this author wishes the Lord T and Lady P a happy and blessed union.
The Daily Gossip.
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