Page 76 of The Bodyguard Who Came in from the Cold
“Oh, you bring me much pleasure.” She arched her back and held him against her.
“Not yet enough.” His lips were strangely erotic and tender, all at the same time. He licked and touched and sucked until she moved restlessly beneath him, aching for more. She wanted him inside her, filling her, making her a part of him.
Margery rolled against him and held him to her chest. “Please, Gareth, please.”
He smiled into her face, looking so young, so happy. “Soon, my sweet.” As he watched her, he parted her legs and cupped her body gently in his palm, rocking and rubbing against her. Her head fell back as a shudder took her, drawing her ever closer to the wonder promised by his touch.
Gareth began a gentle exploration with his fingers, sliding and circling and rubbing until her breath came in little gasps and she was pressing up against him. He lowered his mouth to her breast, and she was suddenly mindless, aching. A shuddered release of pleasure rocked her, wiping away everything in her life but him.
She wanted and needed him. He rose up above her, parted her legs with his hips, then settled against her, rocking, until more sensual waves moved through her. He was hot and hard, so different from herself.
Margery leaned up to kiss him, her tongue finding his mouth, wanting to give him everything he’d just given her. Restlessly her knees lifted, and with a thrust he entered her body. She groaned, burying her face in his neck, feeling that they were a part of each other.
Gareth held still, kissing her cheeks, her eyelids, her lips. When he did begin to move inside her, he was slow and gentle in care for her. No man had ever treated her as if she was more important than he was.
He lifted himself up on his arms and looked down at where their bodies joined. “You feel incredible,” he said.
“Youareincredible.”
He searched her eyes, his smile dying. He leaned down to give her soft kisses which turned gradually deeper and harder, just like the thrusting of his body. He moved faster, exciting her again to join him on the brink of this joyous release. Margery cried out this time and held him tight, as with a groan he released himself and gave her everything.
For endless moments, they just tried to breathe. Gareth never made her feel crushed, only safe and relaxed. He lifted his head and smiled into her eyes. After a gentle kiss, he rolled to one side and threw an arm across her.
When she reached for the blankets, he stopped her. “Are you cold?”
“No,” she said softly.
“Then do not cover yourself. Let me look on the most wondrous sight of my life.”
His words and the gentleness of his voice warmed and soothed her. They lay with their legs entwined, their bodies satisfied.
With the drowsy pleasure of his head resting against her breasts, she closed her eyes and slid her fingers through his hair.
“Margery?”
She opened her eyes. Gareth propped himself on one elbow, and his hand gently cupped her breast.
She smiled. “That feels good.”
He searched her face with a seriousness that began to worry her. “Margery, will you tell me more about Fitzwilliam?”
That name shattered their intimacy. She tried to sit up, but he pressed her back down. She spent a long moment searching his face, feeling tense and miserable. How could Gareth spoil everything like this? Why?—
And then it came to her. Feeling nauseous, she whispered, “How did you know?”
“I felt no maidenhead,” he answered. He didn’t look angry or disgusted, just concerned.
Tears pricked her eyes, but she refused to cry. No man would cry over a foolish mistake. She remembered the pain of her first encounter with Peter; there had been none of that this time. With her wedding night, she would have to pretend. “Say your piece and be done with it,” she said angrily.
“My piece?” He reached up to caress her cheek, but she stopped him. “Margery, what did he do to you?”
“He did not rape me, if that is what you’re thinking.”
“I am glad to hear it.” She tensed as he kissed her between her breasts, then lay his head there, still looking into her face. “Do you want to tell me?”
“Do I have to?” She felt ridiculous, defensive, while he looked at her so calmly.
“No. But you might feel better.”
