Page 53 of A Rogue to Reform

Felicity removed the stay, leaving her in only her shift. She began to wonder if indeed she wore more than he did.

Removing his britches revealed well-formed, strong muscular legs that made Felicity stare for a long time. She wasn’t about to remove her one item of clothing remaining. It was far too immodest. At the same time, she had to admit not minding that Evan did.

He was a man, after all. They were not bound to the same strict rules as women.

“I will not remove another thing. You go first.” Felicity crossed her arms, already feeling quite exposed.

Evan chuckled. “Very well.” Meeting her gaze, he removed his shirt over his head, the lifting edge of the piece revealing more and more of his body. Felicity was riveted, unable to breathe much less move. His thighs were muscled, his hips slender. She swallowed past the sudden restriction in her throat at seeing his private area.

She was unable to keep from gawking at what looked quite different from what she’d expected. It was shaped like a sausage and it jutted straight out from his body. However did men manage to keep that part of them hidden?

Beneath the staff was what she could only describe as a soft sack of flesh. Felicity turned her head to the side to get a better view. That part of his body was quite interesting, if she were to be honest.

She trailed her gaze up from his sex to his stomach and up to his expansive chest. It lifted and lowered with each breath. There was a sprinkling of hair that went across his chest and down the center. The trail led her gaze straight back to the light patch of hair just above where she shouldn’t be staring.

A thought occurred and she gasped. “Are you planning to put that in me?” She pointed at his thick member, which suddenly seemed to grow bigger.

Evan closed the distance. “Do you not find my body attractive?”

“I must admit, you are very well-formed. I apologize for my rudeness, but I could not stop looking. We are built so very different, you know?”

“I am aware.” When he pulled her against his nakedness, a surge of heat traveled over her. Unable to figure out where to put her hands, she settled for his waist. Upon feeling the warm skin beneath her palms, she moved them to his shoulders. He was all warm, hard, muscular heat.

“You did not answer my question,” she managed.

“Let us not worry about that right now,” Evan replied, taking her mouth just as she was about to ask again.

When his tongued pushed past her lips, she forgot the question, much too taken by what happened in that very moment.

The last of her clothes slipped softly past her curves onto the floor without her noticing it until he lifted her and placed her on the bed.

“Look at me,” Evan said, and she stared into his gaze. “Touch me wherever you wish. I am about to do just that.”

Her husband came over her, his mouth and hands in places no other man would ever touch. Felicity lost all her inhibitions, wanting to do the same: to touch, to taste, and to feel every inch of him.

The moment his hand touched between her legs lifted the fog of delight for a moment. It was shocking that he was so bold, but when his fingers moved, slipping between the folds of her sex, once again, she lost all thought of what occurred. The only thing she could think of and feel were the wonderful sensations that sent her floating and gliding back down again and again.

Evan’s body was magical, hard and perfect under her hands as she slid them up and down his back, unable to keep from pressing her lips to his throat and shoulders as he moved over her. Interesting that his sex gave so much pleasure as he moved against her, their bodies pressed together.

Heat blazed like an inferno between her legs, and she wondered if perhaps he’d do something to sate it.

Evan’s fingers slid between her folds ever so slowly, each movement making her want more of him, more of whatever was to come.

The tip of his sex nudged at her entrance and Felicity parted her legs instinctively, knowing it was how they’d join. She nuzzled against his neck, enjoying how he managed to caress her body while entering her.

“Oh!” Reality was like a slap across the face as he thrust into her body and a sensation like that of being cut raced down her legs. “That hurts,” Felicity screamed, and tried her best to push him off.

Evan froze, his member fully emerged inside her.

“Wait,” he whispered, his hands holding her hips steady as he pressed kisses to her face.

“It’s not hurting. So do not dare move. I will bite you.” Without realizing it, Felicity dug her fingernails into his bottom. “I mean it.”

“We cannot remain like this all night.” Evan’s jovial tone almost earned him a bite. “I promise that if I move, it will no longer hurt.” He pressed his lips over hers and whispered, “Relax.”

Ana had warned her that the first time with her husband would be a bit uncomfortable. Her mother had insinuated that she needed to trust Evan. Neither had said it would hurt or that he would sink his member into her body that way. She’d have choice words…

Her thoughts evaporated as Evan began to move. He slid outward, not all the way, and then back into her. He repeated the motions several times until Felicity began to feel something.