Page 39 of Wickedly Yours
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She sighedin pleasure as she wrapped herself around Rowan. The kiss was merciless, demanding she yield to him. Arabella did so gladly, her ire turning to desire for Malden. Her senses swam as his lips moved over hers, willing her capitulation. Tentatively she opened her mouth as he’d done to her before and touched her tongue to his.
A deep growl came from his chest.
Hands slid through her hair, loosening the carefully placed pins. Tiny pinging sounds met her ears as the pins fell to the floor of the coach. The kiss became more urgent. Commanding. She was locked in an intoxicating battle of wills Arabella most certainly would lose.
I want to lose.
His larger body covered hers, all muscle and heat, dominating the small space of the coach. Insanity gripped Arabella as it always did at Malden’s touch. A deep yearning filled her for him. Physical, yes. But also something more. She wished desperately to belong to him.
His mouth left hers to toy with the sensitive skin of her neck before falling to the tops of her breasts. Warm. Soft. Lips skimmed over the delicate flesh and pleasure radiated down her body. She shivered, arching against him. Her nipples tightened painfully beneath the silk of the indigo gown.
“Rowan—”
Her breath caught as a finger slid down the front of her bodice, followed by his hand. He deftly popped out one breast, caressing the tip of her nipple with his thumb.
“Do not ever call me Malden again.” The tip of his tongue touched the hardened peak. “I mean it, Bella.”
“No.” She moaned softly. “I won’t. I will wait and call you Marsh when you are earl.”
His teeth grazed her nipple, punishment for her remark. “Thisis why I came for you.” His tongue circled her nipple, deliberately torturing her with every flick. “You need never doubt again. Iwantthis marriage. I wantyou.”
At his words a flood of wetness seeped between her thighs. Her skin felt raw all over, the silk of her gown chafing against the most sensitive parts of her body. Arabella was a virgin, but she also knew what was happening between them.
I want him to touch me. Put his hands on me.
“I’m a wanton. Like my mother,” she gasped as the heat of his mouth covered her nipple, suckling her. “I’ve always been afraid her nature would become mine.”
The weight of his hand moved underneath her skirts, stroking the sheer silk covering her legs. He lingered over the hollow of her knee before his fingers found the space between her thighs. Settling her astride his lap, he wrenched up her skirts.
“But only for me.” The possessive rasp came from him. “Only me.”
She could feel the cool air of the coach against her stockinged legs as he found the slit of her underthings. “Part your legs, my love.” His voice was rough.
My love. More wetness. The hard length of him pressed with determination beneath her buttocks. Deliberately, Rowan rotated his hips, rubbing his arousal against her.
“This is very uncalled for,” she whispered against his mouth. “Most improper.” She pushed back, the feel of him at once easing and increasing the mounting pressure between her thighs.
“This,” his voice was low and heavy with desire, “is most called for.” A light touch wound through the soft hair covering her mound, before a finger pressed against the slick wetness of her flesh, moving with purpose through her folds. He seemed in no hurry, teasing and caressing the hidden bundle of nerves.
“Please.” Arabella clung to him.
Two fingers filled her, thrusting inside with gentle force. The sensation was unlike anything she’d ever felt. Her muscles tightened against his hand, wanting more. Her entire lower body ached. Need built with each stroke against her flesh.
“Kiss me, Bella.”
She did as he asked, lifting her lips to his, while his hand continued to move in a deliberate fashion. The ache grew, spilling the pleasure down her legs to her toes. As his fingers continued to move inside her, his thumb flicked lightly against the source of the ache. Shamefully she tried to force the lower part of her body more firmly into his hand.
Her entire body coiled tighter and tighter, each caress of his thumb and fingers threatening to undo her. The urge to lose control was frightening. And wonderful.
“Let go, Bella.” The press of his thumb became more insistent.
Arabella moved her hips, panting and begging as Rowan stoked the tension only to retreat. Frustrated she tugged at his hair to urge him forward. His mouth fell to her breast, sucking the nipple fully into his mouth as he pressed down with his thumb.
Arabella cried out, before Rowan pressed her face to his coat to muffle the sound. She bucked violently as waves of the most magnificent bliss she’d ever experienced coursed through her. His fingers continued to milk her, stroking and teasing until the last of her tremors ceased.
He held her close as she lay limp and gasping against him, whispering dark, beautiful things that had she been more aware, would have brought a blush to her cheeks. As her breathing returned to normal, he nuzzled her cheek and kissed her gently.
