Page 63 of The Confessions of a Lady
Blazing hellfire!
He was right. It did hurt. Every muscle in her body clenched tight.
‘Fucking hell,’ he hissed.
Yes, exactly.
He froze inside her. ‘Just breathe. I won’t move again until you’re ready.’ Though his cock did twitch against her clenching walls. His arms also shook as he held himself above her. So much power held in check. It was a heady thing to know he held the beast at bay for her.
After a moment, her body softened against him in small degrees. She nudged her hips up in a tentative exploration. There was still a twinge, but not nearly as painful as the initial penetration.
Liam growled in her ear, his battle for control evident in every hard, quaking muscle.
She arched her back, then tilted her pelvis forward harder this time, creating a spark of friction that fizzed and danced through her blood.
‘Oh. Yes.’
Liam took her meaning. He pulled back, his hard flesh easing through her heat until he almost unsheathed himself, then slowly pushed forward again.
More sparks. A wet rush of need. When he was fully seated, he ground his pelvis against her in a tight circle. White lights flashed behind her eyes.
‘More.’
‘As you command, my lady.’
She was hardly a lady, but this wasn’t the time to argue the finer points of social hierarchy.
Because he gave her more. He gave her everything.
Thrusting into her with more force, and more, and more until their flesh slapped together and the sparks in her blood grew to an inferno. He pushed her higher up the precipice and on a final lunge, she flew over the edge. A second later, he followed.
Liam was a learned man. But Eton professors never taught him how to gather up the shattered pieces of his former self and sew them back together again. Because that is what Penny had done. Destroyed every notion of who he was, who he might be, who he feared becoming. And reassembled those pieces into who he actually wanted to be. A man worthy of her love.
‘Stay with me tonight.’
She was splayed over him, her soft breasts pressing against him, her fingers tangled in the sparse hair covering his chest. She paused in her lazy explorations.
‘I can’t. We might be discovered.’
‘What if we are?’ He wanted that. If someone stumbled upon them, he would have a reason. To marry Penny. Something he realised he very much wanted to do.
Insane. I can’t marry the maid. What about the mission?
Pushing off him, she pulled the sheet up and wrapped it around her beautiful body, hiding herself. ‘Liam, you are being nonsensical.’
Liam was a marquess. A lieutenant general. An esteemed peer in the House of Lords. No one had ever accused him of being nonsensical. Then again, he’d just called himself insane.But her refusal only increased his determination. ‘Why? Why is it nonsensical?’
Penny exhaled a long breath. ‘Don’t pretend ignorance. You know why.’
‘Because you are a maid, and I am a marquess. But what if you weren’t a maid?’
What if you were my wife? To have and to hold?
But that deliriously happy thought was quickly followed by a much more rational one.
I’m a secret investigator for the Queen. I can’t possibly marry.
Although, Killian and Drake managed to accomplish the task while fulfilling very similar roles for the prime minister.
