“You are wearing an extraordinary amount of clothes,” Cassie told her husband.
“Am I? Why don’t you do something to right the situation?”
Her deep blue eyes were heavy with desire when they met his silver gaze. “I…I…”
He placed kisses along her neck, and she bent her head to allow him better access. Never in her life had she felt like this. Her heart raced with every touch of his lips and hands. One of his hands left her bosom and worked its way up to her hair. She could not contain the soft moan at the loss of his touch. Cassie felt him free the pins and her hair tumbled to her waist.
“I’ve wanted to curl my fingers in this glorious mass of hair for I don’t know how long. Bloody hell, but you smell delicious.”
“How do I smell delicious?”
“Because I find I want to nibble every last inch of your body. Now, I believe you said something about me wearing too many clothes.” He spun her around and tunneled his fingers in her hair. “Do your worst,” he challenged.
“I don’t know where to begin.”
“You were raised in a scientific home.”
“Yes.”
“Have you seen the male form before?”
“In scientific tomes.”
“Then there’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
She raised her arms between them and began undoing the buttons on his black superfine before pushing it back and off his shoulders and down his arms. It dropped to the floor, joining her dress. Then she did the same thing to the weskit that lay beneath. Finally she began working on his shirt. She slowly undid the buttons as if she were opening a Christmas package. What she uncovered made her breath hitch.
Mack’s chest and abdomen were heavily muscled. Black whorls of hair lightly covered his chest and trailed down his abdomen. She pulled his shirt free of his pantaloons and saw the trail of hair disappear beneath the waistband. Along with the muscle and hair, there were scars. There were old scars and new scars. The newest wound lay on his lower right side, over his ribs and still looked puckered and slightly raw. Cassie lightly touched each scar.
“Someday I expect you to tell me the story behind each scar.”
“Aye, but not today.”
“No,” she agreed breathlessly. She watched as he manipulated the buttons at his wrists and then unknotted and unwound the cravat from around his neck. Never once did she quit touching him. Cassie found herself so fascinated in the differences of their skin texture that she could not let him go. Then she looked down and saw that the fall of his pants looked slightly tented. “What is causing this?” she asked curiously. Cassie used her knuckles and gently rubbed along the ridge. Her head jerked up at his gasp. “Did that hurt?”
“Not in the way that you think,” he muttered between his teeth. He now stood before her, in only his pantaloons and boots.
Cassie pulled the cord on her stays and slipped them down her hips and legs. Then she took a deep breath, bent over and reached for the hem of her chemise. She worked it slowly up her body and pulled it over her head. She met Mack’s gaze as she opened her fingers and let the scrap of silk flutter to the floor. “It seems we are matched now,” Cassie said standing before him in her silk pantalets, stockings and slippers. “Who shall go next?”
“You,” he said huskily. “Slippers.”
She kicked her slippers off and wiggled her toes. “Now you.”
“Bartlett usually helps me with my boots.”
“Oh. Well, then, can I fill the position?”
“I believe so.” He walked to a chair in the corner and sat in it. “Now, turn around…”
“I know what to do. I used to help my father with his boots.” She turned around and straddled his leg. She tugged, but the boot barely moved. “Perhaps you will have to help a little.”
“Yes,” he said, and placed the sole of his booted foot against her buttocks and gave her a shove. His boot slipped free.
“Now the other.” This time she felt his stockinged foot against her cloth-covered buttocks. His toes wiggled and she could feel his foot flex against one firm globe. “Ahem,” she shot him a glance over her shoulder. He gave her the shove she needed and he now sat in his stocking feet. “What now?”
“Now, I think we take this to the bed,” he said, standing.
He lifted her into his arms, their bodies flush against one another, and was once again kissing her passionately. Cassie felt her breasts crushed against his chest, his coarse chest hair tickling her. She threw her arms about his shoulders and welcomed the sensation as he walked her backwards across the room. Cassie felt the bed against the back of her knees and sat down heavily.
***
Mack looked at the beautiful woman that sat before him and wondered how she could ever think of herself as plain. He must be the luckiest man alive to have this woman warming his bed. He also liked the exuberance she showed to this point in enjoying connubial bliss. Mack grabbed her hands as they reached for the buttons of his pantaloons.
“What are you doing?”
“Unwrapping the rest of my package.”
“By all means, please continue.” He stood still in front of her. Her nimble, ink covered fingers began to slowly unbutton the buttons of the fall. Mack stared up at the ceiling, breathing deeply, his hands fisted at his sides.
“Oh, my!” Cassie exclaimed. “You are rather…umm…larger than the scientific drawings that I have seen.”
“What of paintings and sculptures?”
“Perhaps,” she said, a mischievous grin turning up the corners of her lips.
He looked down at her, and his breath caught in his chest at how radiant she looked when she smiled. “I believe I’m done playing,” he said roughly.
“Yes,” she agreed.
He almost groaned when her tongue darted out to dampen her lips.
***
Cassie crawled backward on the large bed, and Mack followed her. He looked like a ravenous wolf, stalking his prey. She, however, refused to be a timid, frightened rabbit. No, she was ready for this wolf, this ruthless rogue, who had forced her into an unwanted marriage. One time she had thought she would die a virgin, never knowing the pleasure of the flesh, but through a twist of fate, she would.
“I’m ready,” she whispered hoarsely. If he was done playing, so was she.
“Not quite yet.”
She met him halfway when he moved to kiss her again. If he was a wolf, then so was she, for she was as ravenous as he was all of a sudden. He made her feel beautiful and wanted and that amplified the sensations coursing through her body. She felt Mack shift, spreading her thighs, as he lay between them. The cloth of his pants felt course against her legs through the sheerness of her hosiery and pantaloons. She had to admit, she found it just as exciting as she found everything else about this foray into marriage thus far. Her short nails raked up and down his back, finally settling on his hips.
“Don’t rush it,” he breathed against her lips.
“You have created this monster in me,” she retorted and pulled him down once more for a long, lingering kiss. She found that it was the one thing she did well, so far, for every time she kissed him, that part of him she had only seen in art or science grew just a little harder and bigger. It was also having an affect on her. Cassie could feel herself growing moist at the apex of her thighs, where he was lying against her. She found herself wiggling, trying to pull him to her, closer.
“For the love of…” he broke off and rested his forehead against hers, sweat beading his brow. “You have to stop. Do you ken?”
“No.”
“If you don’t stop, I’ll explode.”
“You’re exaggerating,” she scoffed.
“How much of those scientific texts did you read?” When she did not answer, he groaned and brushed a soft kiss against her lips then moved towards her ear. “There is a fluid inside me.”
“Your seed,” she said blushing.
“Yes,” he cleared his throat. “As long a
s I don’t release it, and I stay excited, we can continue on with our activities.”
“But as soon as you release it?”
“No activities for a while.”
“How long is a while?”
“Depends.”
“Shall we see?”
“Bless your parents for being scientists.”
“Why do you say that?” she asked curiously.
“If I had to explain this to any other miss, the wedding night would be over and she would be under the bed brandishing a sword.”
“Lucky for you that you were caught in a compromising position with me, and you already know what I can do to you. Besides night is a long ways off, and I am not the one brandishing a sword,” she whispered in his ear.
“Aye,” he groaned before slipping down the bed. “Your hair is beautiful, fanned out like that. Looks like spun silver.” He dropped kisses along her neck and down her chest, up the slopes of her breasts. He paid equal attention to each, laving first one peak, then the other. As he captured one in his hand, plumping and squeezing, he took the other deep in his mouth and suckled fiercely. Cassie’s back arched off the bed, pushing the plump piece of flesh further into the hot, moist cavern of his mouth. She spread her arms out beside her, fisting the bedsheets. When Mack switched, Cassie let out a soft sigh of pleasure.
Then he was leaving her breasts, causing her to whimper. He placed kisses along each rib, then dipped his tongue into her navel. He gave a flick and it caused an odd sensation within her. She looked down and saw Mack look at her, a cocky smile on his handsome face. Cassie watched and felt his hand press and glide down her stomach to that spot between her thighs. She jumped when she felt his finger penetrate through the slit of her drawers into her nether lips.
“No,” she gasped.
“Yes,” he replied. “This is all part of it. This is me readying you to take me into your body.”
Cassie dropped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, trying to ignore what he was doing to her down there. “Umm, I usually do not wear drawers,” she said, breathing heavily as she felt his finger slowly enter her.
“Don’t say things like that,” he ordered.
“Why not?” she queried. “Mama insisted it wasn’t healthy.”
“Bless your mother.”
She felt the silken drawers being pulled down her legs. Instead of trying to cover herself, she raised up on her her forearms and looked at her husband as he pushed down his pants. “Shall I remove my stockings and garters?”
“No,” he managed to get out. “Cassie darlin’, I don’t think I can wait much longer.”
“Good, I should like to know what this is all about,” she said matter-of-factly.
Mack’s responding laugh turned into a groan.
“What are you doing?” Cassie demanded, wild-eyed, as Mack pulled her to the edge of the bed.
“I don’t think I can even crawl across the bed to you, you have me in such as state. No one like you before.”
“And there best be no one like me, or anyone else for that matter, after.”
“I don’t think I can survive more than you. Lock your legs about my waist. There. I don’t know if this will hurt or not. I’ve never had a virgin,” he raised his hand, “nor will I ever again.”
“Do it,” she said, squinting her eyes, and bracing herself for whatever was to come. When she felt him teasing her lips, her eyes flew open. “What are you doing?”
“Relaxin’ you,” he responded.
“You said…”
“I know what I said, but there’s no reason you can’t enjoy it as much as possible. After all, that is why people do it so much, regardless of what those old crones of the ton say.” He continued to kiss her and then broke away to pay attention to her beautiful, honeyed globes once more.
Cassie felt the heat in her body rising once more. This time, instead of fisting her hands in the sheets, she tangled them in Mack’s short hair. She held him to her, afraid he would stop what he was doing, that he would take away her pleasure. Cassie felt his lower body move away from hers slightly, then she felt something probing her entrance. This was much larger than his finger, and for an moment, she panicked. Then the strangest thing happened. His hand moved down there and found something she had only secretly, accidentally, perhaps, explored on her own when taking baths.
Mack brushed that place with his finger and Cassie’s breath hitched. She did let go of his hair at this point, her hands fluttered. She grabbed Mack’s back, pulling him closer, forcing him to leave her breast and capture her mouth once more. Cassie squirmed as Mack manipulated that area. She promised herself to look it up in a scientific text later, now all she could do was feel. She squirmed as he made her body feel things that were foreign. She broke the kiss and fell back on the bed, gasping for breath. Her body felt hot and sensitive to every touch. The sheets at her back felt as if they were scraping her skin.
Cassie moved and felt something large and alien enter her body. It stretched her. Ever curious, she looked down and saw his member physically connected to her. She looked up into his eyes, and tightened her legs, pulling him further into her. They watched one another until he was fully sheathed within her. She took a moment to consider how she felt. She grinned as she realized she felt quite marvelous. Cassie wiggled a bit and found she could take in just a little more of him.
“Are you all right?” Mack asked, his concerned face swimming in her vision.
“Of course. Is that it?”
“Hardly.”
She watched as Mack reached over and grabbed a pillow before stuffing it beneath her hips and buttocks. Cassie gasped at this new sensation. This different angle took her breath away. Then he did something very unexpected, he began to withdraw. Just when she thought to protest his leaving her, he inched his way back in. Slow and steady he moved, each withdrawal and each thrust glided along that place he had manipulated earlier. Cassie felt something building within her, but he was moving too slowly for it to build.
“Hurry,” she ordered.
“What was that?”
“Hurry, you should hurry,” she encouraged.
“You think that’ll help?”
“I hope so.”
“What about this?”
She squeaked when he reached between them and pressed on those sensitive nerves that lay at her opening. “Again.” This time she groaned.
“I think its a good thing the window is shut,” he groaned in response.
“You talk too much,” she accused.
“Me?”
“Yes. Just do…” she broke off with a moan as he shifted his hips in a new manner. “Oh, my,” she cried.
“Are you close, Cassie darlin’?”
“To what? I feel like I might fly. I just need someone to push me off the cliff.”
“Yes, that’s it,” he coaxed before moving once more to her sensitive peak. While suckling at her breast, he manipulated that area she had no name for, but soon would. All the while he increased the speed of his thrusts until soon, Cassie could take no more. She threw back her head and shouted her release to the ceiling, her legs locked tightly about him. He ground against her, holding her mons tight to his to receive his seed, growling as he exploded inside of her.
Chapter 20
Cassie and Mack both lay with their legs hanging off the side of the bed, their hearts racing. She still had a pillow beneath her hips and still wore her stockings are garters. The room smelled of sweaty bodies and sexual musk. The sun shone on them, warming them as the perspiration began to dry on their bodies.
“You’re so bloody beautiful,” Mack said.
“You don’t have to keep saying that,” Cassie panted. “I’ve decided I enjoy the marriage bed, so no need to keep doling out compliments that aren’t true.”
“You are so bloody stubborn.”
“So that is what some women twitter about, and men think they can’t live without.”
“What?”
“Co
pulation.”
“Ach, sex.”
“That sounds so harsh.”
“Copulation sounds so scientific. At least with sex there are emotions involved.”
“And what emotion did we just share, might I ask?”
“That, Cassie darlin’, would be lust,” he turned towards her.
“I don’t know that I would exactly classify that as an emotion.”
“Did your heart race?”
“Exertion.”
“Did you feel excited?”
“Perhaps.”
“Lust.”
Cassie crawled up on the bed, letting the pillow fall to the floor. She began to push the garters and stockings down her leg.
“Allow me.”
“I thought you said it would be a while.”
“So I did. I also said I didn’t know how long that would be as it is always different with each couple. Besides, there are things you can still enjoy until I’m ready.”
“I believe once was enough.”
“Once is never enough,” Mack grinned wickedly as he slid down a garter and began to roll down a stocking.
***
Mack pulled on his robe. The setting sun highlighted the gorgeous woman that still lay in the bed. Cassie lay sprawled on her stomach, the sheet covering her legs and buttocks, leaving her back uncovered. He felt himself stirring just looking at her. He was not sure that he had convinced her how beautiful she was, but then he had the rest of their lives to prove it to her. He turned and just reached the door when her voice, husky from sleep, wrapped itself around him.
“Where are you going?” Cassie lifted slightly, and turned her head to look at him.
“I thought I would see what type of food Bartlett left for us.”
“Excellent,” she dropped back to the mattress. “Bring plenty.”
“Demanding, aren’t you?”
“I’m starving. Someone has exhausted me.”
Seducing the Ruthless Rogue Page 22