Page 12 of Her Rogue to Kiss Good Morning
“Grant,” he reminded her.
“But of course,” she said, then smiled.“Please come inside with me Grant.”
He slid past her into her bedchamber and waited as she closed the door behind her.There was no light in her room so they remained shrouded in darkness.She moved past him and went over to a nearby table.She lit the candle quickly and a little light illuminated the room.It wasn’t nearly enough for him to have a good look at her, but it would do.He would make certain of it.
“Now that we are here,” he began.“Alone…”
“Very much so,” she agreed.
“You left your dressing robe in the library,” he said.Why had he just now recalled that.“I should retrieve it.”If someone found it… He did not want anything to taint her reputation.Not when he hoped that she would agree to be his for always.
“Leave it,” she told him.“It’s location matters not.At least not to me.Are you concerned someone may discover you spent time alone with me in my bedchamber?”
He shook his head.As far as he was concerned this was a mere prelude to the rest of his life with her.“If you’re not concerned I will cede to your wishes.”
“Thank you,” she said.“Now,” she began.“Kiss me.Make me yours.”
He stared at her for several heartbeats.It couldn’t be that easy.Could it?He had to be certain he heard her correctly.“You wish me to take you to bed.”
“Yes,” she told him.“Spend the night with me.Show me what true passion is.”She licked her lips.“I have never known true pleasure and I believe that with you I will find it.”
Desire flooded him in waves.Her husband must have been an inept fool to have treated her so miserably.She wanted to know pleasure?Well it would be his honor to introduce her to it.He would show her how good it could be between them every day for the rest of their lives.“Are you certain this is what you want?”If she regretted this it would destroy something inside of him.He needed her, but he would not abuse the tender relationship they were building.She was far too important to rush into anything.He could be patient with her if he needed to be—for her he would do anything.Be anything.
“I promise you that I want this.”
He did not need any more encouragement from her.Grant pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips to hers.He devoured her mouth with his and tasted passion on her tongue.She tasted divine and he would never tire of her.
He lingered there for a moment, letting the warmth of her pressed against him sink in.Her hands tangled in his hair, her body trembling beneath his touch, and every second reminded him how utterly he had wanted her—how wrong it would have been to let another man touch what was rightfully his.Slowly, he broke the kiss, letting his forehead rest against hers.“You understand what this means, do you not?”he murmured, his voice husky.“Once we cross this line, there will be no turning back.”
“Yes,” she whispered back, her eyes glinting with determination and desire alike.“I’ve waited for someone who could see me, truly see me, and that is you, Grant.I trust you.”
The assurance in her voice struck him in a way no words could.Desire still roared through him, but now it was tempered by the weight of responsibility.He would give her every ounce of passion, every stolen moment of ecstasy, but always with the care she deserved.He took her hand, leading her to the bed, the candlelight flickering against the walls and painted them in golds and ambers.He moved slowly, deliberately, watching her reactions.With each moan it encouraged him more and he learned how she wanted to be touched and how she wanted to be kissed.Every sigh, every shiver, every whispered plea only fueled the fire between them.
Grant’s hands roamed, exploring the contours of her body with reverence, and she met him at every turn, matching his intensity with her own.The room seemed to shrink around them until there was nothing in the world but the heat of their shared breath and the relentless pull of desire.And when they finally fell together, it was not just passion—it was a promise.A declaration that neither would deny the other again.That she would never feel unloved or overlooked, and that he would never let another man take what he had claimed in his heart.
He pressed his mouth over one of her breasts and slid his tongue over the taut nipple.She moaned with each swipe of his tongue.He slid his other hand on her unattended breast and pinched the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.Her moans grew louder.He loved her soft silky skin and he wanted to kiss her all over.He needed to taste every inch of her delectable body.She was naked beneath him and ready for him to explore.Grant lowered himself until he was between her waiting thighs.Then he pressed his mouth to her core and sucked on the swollen nub there.Her breaths became heavy and her moans louder.He slid a finger inside her hot sheathe and stroked her as he sucked on the bundle of nerves at her center.When she climaxed her screams of passion echoed through the room and he feared, briefly, that they would wake the household.But his own passion had taken root inside of him.He had given her pleasure and he could not be disappointed with that outcome.
“You’re so lovely,” he told her.
“I need you,” she told him.“Please…”
He could deny her nothing.Grant settled between her thighs and pressed his cock into her tight sheathe.She was so bloody tight it baffled him.She could not have lain much with her husband it seemed as if she were still a virgin.She bit his shoulder as he pushed all the way in.He stilled for a brief moment stunned.“Clara?”
“Don’t stop,” she begged.“It’s done now.”
Bloody hell… She had been a virgin.How?She should have told him.He would have taken her with far more care if she had.But she was right.It was done now and he could not undo it.She wanted him to continue and he would, but he would be far more gentle with her now that he knew this was her first time.He slid out of her, and the thrust back in slowly.He rocked back and forth with precise careful strokes until her breathing became ragged once more.When he thought she was getting close to her climax again her reached between them and rubbed his thumb over the nub at her core until she shuddred beneath him.Only then did he allow himself to follow her into completion.His own climax stole his breath.It had never been like this with any other woman.Only his Clara… He whispered her name over and over, committing it to memory, to soul, to bone.
Later, as the candle burned low and their bodies lay entwined beneath the covers, Grant held her close, tracing the curve of her back.He inhaled her scent and memorized it.“You are mine,” he murmured.“And I will spend every day proving it to you.”
She smiled, eyes heavy with sleep but alight with contentment, her fingers brushing across his chest.“And I?”she whispered back.“Do I not have a say in this?”
Grant kissed her temple gently, pressing his lips once more to hers in a soft, lingering promise.“You gave your say when you asked me to take you tonight.When you gave me your innocence.That told me everything.”
“That isn’t how I see it,” she said softly.“I only wanted one night.”
“Well I want forever,” he told her.“I want you.”
“What if that is too much to ask of me.”She laid her head on his chest and drew circles on his arm with her finger.“What if I already gave too much to a man and do not think it is a risk I wish to take again.”
