mattress and stretched out on her side, listening to him breathe.
It was the sweetest moment of her life. His skin was so warm, and he smelled so good, and she couldn’t resist resting her palm on his stomach. As she touched him, his eyes opened, and his devil’s grin was firmly in place.
She couldn’t help but smile with relief that he was finally awake.
“What time is it?” he calmly asked as if lying next to her was the most common occurrence in the world.
“It’s nine o’clock already.”
“I’ve got a pounding headache, but I didn’t drink enough to be hung-over.” He frowned, reflecting on his condition, then he accused, “You tried to poison me!”
“I did not.”
“Then what was in that wine?”
“I don’t know.” At his skeptical glower, she said, “I swear! I slipped you a tonic that I hoped would quell your fascination with me.”
He studied her, his rapt focus meandering down her torso, taking in the fact that she was wearing a nightgown and naught else.
“I’m going to let you in on a little secret,” he murmured.
“What is it?”
“I’m still fascinated, so whatever you gave me, it didn’t work.” He leaned in and kissed her. “Tell me the truth.”
“About what?”
“While I was out, did you have your way with me?”
“I wouldn’t have the vaguest idea of how to go about it.”
“Are you sure you didn’t peek inside my trousers?”
“Gad no!” She blushed.
“I wish you had. I’d have enjoyed it immensely.”
She chuckled. “You are the worst.”
He dragged her over so that she was on top of him, her loins pressed to his, and the wicked contact made her tummy swirl with butterflies.
“My dearest Mary,” he said, “you’re scarcely dressed, and you boldly climbed into bed with me.”
“I didn’t,” she contended.
“Then how did you end up next to me? Did you float?”
“No.”
“Well, you’re here and I’m here, and I’m awfully aroused with morning passion, but my head is hammering so badly that you’ll have to take the lead.”
“Take the lead on what? ”
“You know what you want.”
He lugged her about so that she was hovered over his lap, kneeling, with her thighs on either side of his.
Once he had her where he wanted her, he yanked off his shirt, and suddenly, she was confronted with too much bare flesh. She yearned to stroke her hands across it, but she was too tentative to proceed, so he took hold of her wrists and laid her palms on his chest.
A blaze of sensation shot through her.
She rubbed in small circles, moving up and down and around, learning the width and breadth of him. His skin was very hot, as if he burned for her, and he was extremely responsive. When she touched him in various spots, he trembled.
He eased her forward and bestowed a lush, stirring kiss, then he rooted to her bosom and suckled her breasts, the fabric of her nightgown providing an extra measure of friction.
Very swiftly, her pulse was racing, her nipples throbbing.
How was it that she’d so rapidly become a wanton? Why was he able to spur her to such licentious conduct?
“Stop, Jordan,” she ultimately said, pulling away. “You drive me wild with your caresses.”
“Good.”
“This is too overwhelming for me. I think you should go.”
“In a minute. There’s no hurry.”
Due to her moral underpinnings, she knew she should demand his departure, but when he’d refused to leave, she was so relieved. She wanted him to stay; she wanted him to stay forever.
“Did you enjoy the passion I showed you the other day?” he asked.
“I won’t deny it. Yes, I did.”
“Would you like me to do it to you again?”
Her entire body, down to bone and pore, quivered with anticipation.
“If you feel you must.”
“Oh, I must, Mary. I definitely must.” He clutched the hem of her nightgown and worked it up her torso. “Even though I’m nearly comatose with the headache you’ve inflicted, I shall martyr myself in the name of your
It was the sweetest moment of her life. His skin was so warm, and he smelled so good, and she couldn’t resist resting her palm on his stomach. As she touched him, his eyes opened, and his devil’s grin was firmly in place.
She couldn’t help but smile with relief that he was finally awake.
“What time is it?” he calmly asked as if lying next to her was the most common occurrence in the world.
“It’s nine o’clock already.”
“I’ve got a pounding headache, but I didn’t drink enough to be hung-over.” He frowned, reflecting on his condition, then he accused, “You tried to poison me!”
“I did not.”
“Then what was in that wine?”
“I don’t know.” At his skeptical glower, she said, “I swear! I slipped you a tonic that I hoped would quell your fascination with me.”
He studied her, his rapt focus meandering down her torso, taking in the fact that she was wearing a nightgown and naught else.
“I’m going to let you in on a little secret,” he murmured.
“What is it?”
“I’m still fascinated, so whatever you gave me, it didn’t work.” He leaned in and kissed her. “Tell me the truth.”
“About what?”
“While I was out, did you have your way with me?”
“I wouldn’t have the vaguest idea of how to go about it.”
“Are you sure you didn’t peek inside my trousers?”
“Gad no!” She blushed.
“I wish you had. I’d have enjoyed it immensely.”
She chuckled. “You are the worst.”
He dragged her over so that she was on top of him, her loins pressed to his, and the wicked contact made her tummy swirl with butterflies.
“My dearest Mary,” he said, “you’re scarcely dressed, and you boldly climbed into bed with me.”
“I didn’t,” she contended.
“Then how did you end up next to me? Did you float?”
“No.”
“Well, you’re here and I’m here, and I’m awfully aroused with morning passion, but my head is hammering so badly that you’ll have to take the lead.”
“Take the lead on what? ”
“You know what you want.”
He lugged her about so that she was hovered over his lap, kneeling, with her thighs on either side of his.
Once he had her where he wanted her, he yanked off his shirt, and suddenly, she was confronted with too much bare flesh. She yearned to stroke her hands across it, but she was too tentative to proceed, so he took hold of her wrists and laid her palms on his chest.
A blaze of sensation shot through her.
She rubbed in small circles, moving up and down and around, learning the width and breadth of him. His skin was very hot, as if he burned for her, and he was extremely responsive. When she touched him in various spots, he trembled.
He eased her forward and bestowed a lush, stirring kiss, then he rooted to her bosom and suckled her breasts, the fabric of her nightgown providing an extra measure of friction.
Very swiftly, her pulse was racing, her nipples throbbing.
How was it that she’d so rapidly become a wanton? Why was he able to spur her to such licentious conduct?
“Stop, Jordan,” she ultimately said, pulling away. “You drive me wild with your caresses.”
“Good.”
“This is too overwhelming for me. I think you should go.”
“In a minute. There’s no hurry.”
Due to her moral underpinnings, she knew she should demand his departure, but when he’d refused to leave, she was so relieved. She wanted him to stay; she wanted him to stay forever.
“Did you enjoy the passion I showed you the other day?” he asked.
“I won’t deny it. Yes, I did.”
“Would you like me to do it to you again?”
Her entire body, down to bone and pore, quivered with anticipation.
“If you feel you must.”
“Oh, I must, Mary. I definitely must.” He clutched the hem of her nightgown and worked it up her torso. “Even though I’m nearly comatose with the headache you’ve inflicted, I shall martyr myself in the name of your
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