Page 88 of Midnight with the Marquess (The St. Clairs 2)

“My, you’re better than any batman I had in the war.”

“Have you gotten a valet yet?”

“No. I suppose I won’t need one... if I have you,” he teased. “Of course, I can return the favor and serve as your lady’s maid.”

As she unbuttoned his fall, she snorted. “As if you have a talent for dressing hair.”

What emerged from his fall fascinated her. He rose and removed his trousers quickly and she could better see his member, stiff and straight.

She chuckled. “You look as if you’re saluting me, Major Merrick.”

Evan wrapped his arms about her, pulling her close. “I plan to do more than salute you. I want to worship you, my lady.”

“Does that involve kissing, my lord? I had a capable tutor once. His midnight lessons focused on kissing. In all kinds of places. Not just my mouth.”

He grinned. “I plan on kissing every inch of you, Rachel St. Clair.”

By the time he had kissed most of her, she burned for him. And then his lips trailed down her belly—and kept going.

“What are you doing?” she squealed.

Evan lifted his head, mischief dancing in his eyes. “What I said I was going to do. Kiss you. Everywhere.”

“There?” she asked, fascinated by the idea that had come to her long ago.

“Especiallythere,” he replied.

“With your tongue?”

He smiled wisely. “I see your former midnight tutor did a good job educating you. Lie back, Rachel, and enjoy.”

His fingers and then tongue played with her so that he drove her into a frenzy. She writhed beneath him, the orgasm building and building until it slammed like a full force gale. Rachel cried out and Evan’s mouth was on hers, as she rode out the storm. She barely had time to recover when he pushed his cock into her, one swift motion that brought a moment of fleeting pain which dissolved almost instantly.

“Are you all right? It only hurts the once.”

“It didn’t hurt much at all.”

He shifted and she sucked in a quick breath.

“Oh! I quite like that, Lord Merrick. Do that again.”

“With pleasure, Lady Rachel.”

Evan moved again and Rachel found herself responding. Somehow, their bodies took over, moving in unison, as if they had always been one.

And always would be.

They both reached a feverish climax at the same time. It was the most delicious feeling she’d ever had. Evan collapsed atop her, his hot flesh pressed against her breasts, which already longed for his touch again.

“I love you,” he said, panting, his heart thumping wildly.

“I love you,” she agreed, knowing her heart did the same.

He somehow turned and she found herself facing him, their heads sharing a single pillow.

“Will it always be like this? This good?”

Evan laughed softly. “It will only get better. I promise.”

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