Page 22 of Stealing a Scoundrel's Heart
“Both.” He had been wrong to punch Foxton and he shouldn’t have ignored her during last eve’s meal and breakfast this morn. Although truthfully he hadn’t been oblivious to the woman, not even one little bit. He found his gaze drifting toward her constantly.
Marjorie pulled him down closer to her. “Stop thinking and kiss me.”
Yes, her words knocked him to his knees. Granted he’d graciously admit defeat to the woman laying beneath him daily if it meant he was able to spend the rest of his days with Marjorie by his side.
At Marjorie’s urging, he lowered his head until their mouths collided. The explosion of heat in his loins left him weak. His arms crumpled, and his body dropped to press her into the bed. Marjorie was as critical to him as oxygen was to a fire. She brought him to life and fueled his actions.
He pulled back but Marjorie’s lips followed him.
Eyes locked on him, Marjorie said, “Don’t stop. Don’t think.”
Only an idiot would deny the woman, and he was no fool. Alister rolled them onto their sides and slipped a hand between her gown and her soft, velvety back. He had years of practice divesting women of their clothing, but his hand trembled as he slowly eased Marjorie out of her scratchy gown. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t falter, didn’t shy away from him or his touch. Instead she assisted him, withdrawing her arms and shimming her hips. Marjorie was glorious as she lay naked next to him. He began to divest himself of his jacket and waistcoat under her curious watch. Unlike Marjorie, he hesitated; his fingers faltered and he backed out of the bed. He stood, feet planted on the floor. What in the blazes was he thinking? The fact was, he was incapable of thought. All he wanted to do was drink in the sight of Marjorie.
The minx crawled across the bed until she was but inches from him.
She sat back on her heels and looked up at him. “You’re thinking again.”
He shook his head.
Marjorie smiled and reached out to unfasten the buttons at his falls. “You wouldn't lie to me, would you?”
“I promise you I’m not thinking. My mind is utterly blank.”
“Good.” She tugged his lawn shirt up. Marjorie gathered the material with her hands and slowly rose to kneel. The tips of her nipples trailed the seam of his shirt as she lifted it over his head. He swallowed hard as the material floated to the floor. Unable to resist touching her any longer, Alister threaded his fingers through her hair and bent to kiss her, but at the last moment she turned her face away and he pressed his lips to the edge of her jaw. He felt her hands upon his waistband and realized she had shifted to push his breeches down. His engorged cock was free and exposed and had captured Marjorie's full attention.
“May I touch you?”
For a woman who got tongue tied at the sight of a smirk or a wink, Marjorie hadn’t stuttered in the slightest.
Unable to utter his consent, he nodded. He held his breath as Marjorie wrapped her hand around him, the tips of her fingers barely touching.
Fuck me.
He tugged on her hair and she turned her face to him. Their lips collided.
Marjorie’s kisses were passionate and magical, but he wanted to explore more of her. He trailed a line of kisses down her neck, along her shoulder blade, and because he needed to go even lower to step out of his breeches, over the gentle slope of her bosom until he could suckle her nipple.
It was Marjorie’s turn to thread her fingers through his hair as she guided him across her chest to suckle on her other bosom. She arched her back and he trailed the tips of his fingers up her thighs until he could slide his hand between her legs. Moisture coated his fingers. Her body was ready, but was she?
Marjorie shifted back and stretched out upon the bed. “Come join me.”
He laid out next to her but didn’t dare touch her. His fingers hovered over her soft skin, hesitating.
She wound her arms and legs about him. “Stop thinking!”
Gawd, he loved this woman. He nuzzled her neck and was rewarded with a moan and a caress.
He skimmed his hand over her side until he came to her bottom and gave the plump, round cheek a swat.
Marjorie’s head popped up and her innocent eyes were wide as saucers. “I think I like it when you don’t think.”
Relief rolled through him and every muscle in his body relaxed except for his cock that was aching for attention. He’d teach her how to pleasure him another day. Today, he was going to give Marjorie the lesson she’d silently been requesting for the past two weeks.
Sweaty and exhausted, Marjorie curled into a ball on her side facing Alister. The man was laid out on his back, panting for air. Bed sport was far more vigorous than she had imagined. It was no wonder Maxwell hadn’t attempted to bed her.
“Marrie!” Marjorie bolted up right as Elise’s voice floated through the walls. “Marrie!”
Her friend should not be in Brighton!
