Page 51 of Always the Chaperone

William kissed her deeply, and her whole body melted.

“I think,” he said between kisses down her neck, “I will make it my mission this night to make you say yes.”

Charlotte hardly knew what she was saying, her body was so alive. “I will not.”

William raised his head. There was a spark of a challenge in his eyes as he said, “Oh, really?”

She should have expected it, but this exquisite pleasure was so new, she simply could not control herself as his hand moved once more to her secret place. Sinking his fingers into her, he nibbled at her neck and whispered in her ear.

“Say yes.”

Charlotte squirmed, desperate for his fingers to move inside her, to stroke her to that wonderful ecstasy once more, but she would not give in. Even with all this pleasure.

“No—oh, Will!”

His fingers made her cry out as his tongue worshiped her neck. The sensation rippled through her body.

“Say yes,” he moaned into her soft flesh. “God, Charlotte, say yes.”

“No,” she whispered, her hips bucking against his magic fingers.

She wanted to cry out, scream out his name until he brought her to ecstasy, but she couldn’t. Matthews and the other servants would hear them, and the thought of being discovered nude and entangled with a gentleman—a gentleman, moreover, who was pleasuring her with both his mouth and his fingers—made her writhe against the blankets.

“Marry me,” he groaned as he raised his head to look into her eyes. “Christ, Charlotte, marry me!”

“No,” she panted, “no, no, no!”

It was all too much, and William cried out in frustration as he dipped his head once more to kiss her breasts, his fingers flickering wildly inside her as she felt that buildup of ecstasy once more, and she exploded around him.

“Will!” Charlotte cried, and she did not attempt to keep her voice quiet. The pleasure was overwhelming.

When she opened her eyes, there was a rueful look on his face.

“You did not say yes.”

Charlotte reveled in her power over this man, who made her feel the most unbelievable sensations. She smiled knowingly.

“By God,” William breathed. “You are the one in charge here, not me. But I will get that yes.”

Before she could think about what he was doing, so lulled was she by her recent climax, William nestled himself between her legs and reached over for the preservative.

“Will,” she said quietly. “Are you sure?”

“Surer than I have been about anything,” he said, placing it over himself.

It did not seem possible that he would fit inside her.

He was sure; he plunged into her.

It was tight at first, too tight, and she squirmed at the discomfort, but William understood. Leaning on his elbows, he kissed her slowly and devotedly while one hand stroked her neck, moving tantalizingly close to her breasts but never quite reaching them.

His lips on hers and the gentleness of his hands made her feel safe. As she relaxed, her body softened, and his manhood slid deeper into her.

It was a wondrous feeling. She could never have imagined feeling this close with someone.

“This is…” She couldn’t finish the thought.

He nodded. “Now you can see why I wanted this so badly with you. I wanted to be one with you, to give you pure pleasure. Not another man.”