Page 69 of Her Magnificent Mistake
This time her snort was definitely a huff of laughter, and she pushed herself up to be able to meet his gaze as she smiled. “Perhaps we should solve the mystery of Tostinham’s past, before we think about the future?”
“Nay,” he groaned, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her atop him, pushing the amulet out of the way in order to bury his face between her breasts. “Nay, I need to focus on my futurenow,” he said, his voice muffled. “Now, with ye.”
Giggling now, she smacked his shoulder, the languidness already seeping from her. “Fine, you silly man. If you really insist, I will commit to a future with you.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Not tomorrow. Your niece already has plans. The Glen, remember?”
Huffing a huge, put-upon sigh, Hawk rolled toward the edge of the bed, surprising a squeak from her as he pulled her with him. “Fine!” he announced, mock irritation in his voice. “Ye drive a hard bargain. I suppose, since Allie is busy, we can postpone the wedding.”
“What are you doing?” she asked as he stood, hefting her as if she weighed nothing.
He didn’t even glance down as the man she loved stalked toward the bathing room. “I’m drawing a bath. I’m going to wash ye, I’m going to tell ye how much I love ye, I’m going to tease ye, and I’m going to make ye come three or four more times. By then I should be recovered enough to fook ye again.”
Oh…my.
Already breathless, Marcia wrapped her arms around his neck. “Something to look forward to, then.”
A future with Hawk?Yes, please!
CHAPTER 12
Hawk marveled at how perfectly Marcia fitted in his arms. As the morning breeze teased his shoulders, he skimmed his fingertips up her arm, marveling at the little bumps which formed beneath his touch.
Her legs straightened in a stretch that managed to push herself deeper into his hold. Or at least, certain parts of her. “Hmmmm, good morning.”
“Aye, it is,” he murmured as he transferred his hand to her tit, cupping the now-familiar weight. “The sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, we’ve nowhere to be and all day to get there.”
Humming in pleasure, Marcia rubbed her arse against his cock, which wasonce againhard. “I suppose you have some suggestions on how to spend the coming hours?”
He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “I do indeed.”
When she threw her leg over his, he could feel how wet her cunny already was. For him. All for him.
Unlike the three times last night, and the once after midnight when he woke her with his mouth on her core, this time Hawk made love to Marcia at a leisurely pace. Through it all she matched him, taking the lead when he was ready, allowing him to dominate her when the need arose.
It was remarkable how perfectly they suited, and how well she matched his strong desires.
It had been the same ten years ago.
Except now…
Except now they had a future together.
If only he’d spoken to Bull earlier! If only he’d explained to Marcia why he felt they couldn’t be together! If only, if only.
Dinnae punish yerself. Ye’re both young yet, and ye have the rest of yer lives together. All isnae lost.
As he felt Marcia’s cunny tightening around his cock, heard the way her breath hitched as her release threatened, Hawk vowed to wake her like this each morning for the rest of their lives.
Sometime later—after the snuggling and the teasing and a bit more fondling—Marcia’s stomach rumbled. With a huge sigh, Hawk rolled from the bed, smacking her arse on the way past.
“Get up, wench! We have to feed my demanding woman!”
“Demanding, eh?” She rubbed her cheek as she sent him a saucy grin and reached for her chemise. “And what will you be making for my breakfast?”
“Me?” he pretended to gasp, as he jumped slightly to pull his trousers up. “I’m the Baron, ye ken. I have people who cook for me.”
