underside of her knee, she’d feel nothing, yet his fingers there made her shiver. That it was Vincent touching her made all the difference, and such a difference, such a wealth of new sensations to marvel at.
He had her mind and body so consumed with him and the pleasure he was introducing her to that she wasn’t sure what made her realize she’d reached the point of no return without hearing what she needed to hear from him. Not that she had the will, or, certainly, the desire, to stop what was happening either way. It would make her pleasure complete, though, to have confirmed what she already took for granted.
The words came out between the gasps, and not very coherently at that. “I thought… Shouldn’t you … There is the question of…”
He must have understood what she was trying to say, because he replied, “This isn’t the time for important questions that could tie up the tongue.”
So misleading, that remark, and yet so reassuring. She assumed that he was talking of asking her to marry him. And she had to agree, after her own garbled speech, that it was rather impossible to put two thoughts together at the moment. Besides, there was no opportunity to say more, when he was distracting her with his kisses again.
His large body covered her gradually, carefully, so as not to alarm her. She was beyond that, comforted instead by his weight, even as the pressure heightened her arousal. He grasped her hands, held on either side of her head. He kissed her deeply as he took possession of her. The pain was so swift, it was there and gone before she really felt it or had time to stiffen against it, and was as soon forgotten in the onslaught of pure sensual delight that followed, of feeling him buried deep within her.
Briefly she thought that was the end of it, that nothing could be better. How naive. Even his “pleasure unimagined” didn’t do justice to the incredible bliss that steadily grew as he began moving in her, then burst and spread through her body in unrelenting waves.
In those few moments of utter ecstasy, nothing else mattered. They would work out the marriage arrangements later, she was sure. For now, she savored the knowledge that Vincent Everett belonged to her.
Chapter Sixteen
T HE PROPOSAL OF MARRIAGE DIDN’T COME AFTER THE LOVEMAKING as expected. Not surprising, though, when Vincent removed his weight from Larissa, pulled her close to his side, and promptly fell asleep. And she lay there too, long savoring the whole experience, the happiness she was feeling, and the unexpected comfort of being held by him even in sleep to consider waking him now when she finally realized that part of the evening’s agenda hadn’t been finished.
She wasn’t worried about it, though. Taking things for granted had a way of removing doubts and leaving roomonly for positive thoughts. She knew she couldn’t stay there in his room to sleep the night with him, much as she would have liked to, but had that to look forward to when they married. And before the comfort of his closeness put her to sleep as well, she carefully got out of bed, gathered up her clothes so she’d leave no trace of herself there for any servants to find, and tiptoed back to her room.
She didn’t lock the doors between their rooms, didn’t even think to. Nor was there a need to now. Making love with Vincent changed so many things, not just her outlook or her future, which was now secure.
She
was changed, and she felt confident in the intimate knowledge she had gained. And she eventually fell asleep with a smile on her lips.
It annoyed Vincent that Larissa wasn’t in his bed when he awoke the next morning. He knew it shouldn’t, knew she’d been right to leave, would have taken her back to her room himself if he hadn’t fallen asleep. Thus his annoyance made no bloody sense in his mind.
And his mood only got worse. Every little thing annoyed him that morning as he dealt with his secretary and his staff. He found himself
He had her mind and body so consumed with him and the pleasure he was introducing her to that she wasn’t sure what made her realize she’d reached the point of no return without hearing what she needed to hear from him. Not that she had the will, or, certainly, the desire, to stop what was happening either way. It would make her pleasure complete, though, to have confirmed what she already took for granted.
The words came out between the gasps, and not very coherently at that. “I thought… Shouldn’t you … There is the question of…”
He must have understood what she was trying to say, because he replied, “This isn’t the time for important questions that could tie up the tongue.”
So misleading, that remark, and yet so reassuring. She assumed that he was talking of asking her to marry him. And she had to agree, after her own garbled speech, that it was rather impossible to put two thoughts together at the moment. Besides, there was no opportunity to say more, when he was distracting her with his kisses again.
His large body covered her gradually, carefully, so as not to alarm her. She was beyond that, comforted instead by his weight, even as the pressure heightened her arousal. He grasped her hands, held on either side of her head. He kissed her deeply as he took possession of her. The pain was so swift, it was there and gone before she really felt it or had time to stiffen against it, and was as soon forgotten in the onslaught of pure sensual delight that followed, of feeling him buried deep within her.
Briefly she thought that was the end of it, that nothing could be better. How naive. Even his “pleasure unimagined” didn’t do justice to the incredible bliss that steadily grew as he began moving in her, then burst and spread through her body in unrelenting waves.
In those few moments of utter ecstasy, nothing else mattered. They would work out the marriage arrangements later, she was sure. For now, she savored the knowledge that Vincent Everett belonged to her.
Chapter Sixteen
T HE PROPOSAL OF MARRIAGE DIDN’T COME AFTER THE LOVEMAKING as expected. Not surprising, though, when Vincent removed his weight from Larissa, pulled her close to his side, and promptly fell asleep. And she lay there too, long savoring the whole experience, the happiness she was feeling, and the unexpected comfort of being held by him even in sleep to consider waking him now when she finally realized that part of the evening’s agenda hadn’t been finished.
She wasn’t worried about it, though. Taking things for granted had a way of removing doubts and leaving roomonly for positive thoughts. She knew she couldn’t stay there in his room to sleep the night with him, much as she would have liked to, but had that to look forward to when they married. And before the comfort of his closeness put her to sleep as well, she carefully got out of bed, gathered up her clothes so she’d leave no trace of herself there for any servants to find, and tiptoed back to her room.
She didn’t lock the doors between their rooms, didn’t even think to. Nor was there a need to now. Making love with Vincent changed so many things, not just her outlook or her future, which was now secure.
She
was changed, and she felt confident in the intimate knowledge she had gained. And she eventually fell asleep with a smile on her lips.
It annoyed Vincent that Larissa wasn’t in his bed when he awoke the next morning. He knew it shouldn’t, knew she’d been right to leave, would have taken her back to her room himself if he hadn’t fallen asleep. Thus his annoyance made no bloody sense in his mind.
And his mood only got worse. Every little thing annoyed him that morning as he dealt with his secretary and his staff. He found himself
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