Page 61 of Wickedly Yours
Without a word, her fingers worked the buttons of his shirt, the palms moving across the planes of his chest. Her nails raked against his torso as the fabric fell away. Bergamot filled his nose, along with the smell of her arousal. A potent combination.
His breathing grew ragged, his cock hardening to the point of pain. He’d delayed his own release, not ready to end his possession of her so soon. Now he groaned as she leaned taller and pressed the heat of her mouth to the hollow of his throat. She bent, kissing down his chest until she reached the curve of his navel. Her hands took either side of his trousers, tugging at the material until Rowan pushed her hands away and shucked his pants.
A dark question lingered in her eyes as she grasped the length of him in her hand.
“God, yes,” he choked out, sucking in his breath.
Arabella stroked back and forth, watching him. “Like this?” She stroked firmly as her other hand pushed the chemise down to bare her breasts. Boldly, she ran her finger over one taut nipple while she stroked him.
Rowan groaned. “Christ.” His tongue flicked across the hardened peak.
She kissed the line of his jaw until she reached the edge of his ear. “Malden.”
“Rowan—” His voice faltered against her breast as her thumb slid over the top of his cock and he straightened. “I rode all over fucking England for you.”
“Not all over England.” She bent and kissed his stomach. “You didn’t even have to go all the way to Scotland. You found me in Lancashire.” Her head bent lower.
Rowan groaned as her tongue ran the length of his arousal. This particular act was something he had not yet broached, but as usual, Arabella surprised him with her enthusiasm.
“Fair enough,” he whispered.
Arabella had him fully in her mouth, her tongue twirling around his shaft. She sucked and licked, driving him slightly mad with her ministrations. When her hand lowered to further grasp him, he took ahold of her shoulders and gently pushed her away. He wouldn’t last one more minute if she continued. “Lay down.”
A small pout formed on her lips, but she complied.
His hand ran down over her breasts to the hollow between her legs. “I willalwayscome for you, Bella. No matter where you would go, I would find you. You belong to me.”
“Yes.” A satisfied smile tilted one side of her mouth.
His mouth moved down the luscious curves of her body. Helovedher. Adored her. Every dour inch. She was less unpleasant, and smiled more often than not, but Arabella still had her moments.
Placing a hand beneath one plump buttock he entered her slowly, savoring the soft warmth that encased him. She was saying his name, her hands trailing down his back to clasp his hips and pull him closer. He took with great care, his love for her marking every movement, worshiping every inch of her glorious body, as the truth of his heart was laid bare before her.
Cupping her face in his hands he watched Arabella as her release took her, the sound of his name on her lips propelling him over the edge. The force of his release left him bared before her and his heart nearly stopped. Overcome with emotion, he buried his face in the sweet-smelling mass of her hair, clutching her to him as if he would never let her go.
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Arabella snuggled closerto the large male body, sinking deep into the warmth that was Rowan. Joy flooded through her, a foreign emotion and one fraught with pitfalls and worry. She had never thought to feel such love for another human being. She, Arabella Tremaine, the sour, unpleasant sister of the Duke of Dunbar who’d conspired to have her sister-in-law abducted was in love.
Truthfully, I’m still somewhat unpleasant, even when I try not to be, though Rowan doesn’t seem put off. And I’m not at all sure I won’t do something rotten in the future.
“Bella.” Rowan’s warm body moved, pinning her to the mattress. He pressed his forehead to hers. “What are you thinking?”
The thought of telling Rowan she loved him was terrifying. She could barely admit the truth to herself let alone the object of her affection. Certainly, his jealousy towards Longstreet would indicate he cared somewhat. “I’m thinking that my conversation with Longstreet was quite innocent.”
“I do not wish to discuss Longstreet.” A dangerous note entered his words. “Did I hurt you? Before?”
She shook her head. “No, of course not. Will you take a mistress?”
Rowan looked down at her, his dark hair falling about the high cheekbones and the slashes of gold and green in his eyes. “Why in God’s name would I take a mistress?”
Because I’m afraid you’ll tire of me. You may feel I’m not worth the effort. Especially when you find out about Corbett.
“Most married gentlemen take a mistress at some point, do they not?” She bit her lip.
“You would be accepting? If I were to take a mistress?” he said quietly, staring at her intently.
She tried to pull away. “If that is what you wished, I would have very little choice in the matter, would I?” No, she wanted to scream at him. Shewouldn’tbe fine with such an arrangement. Given her rather possessive nature, she was fairly certain any mistress of Rowan’s would meet with an unfortunate carriage accident.
