Page 63 of Wedded to the Forbidden Duke

Neither one was in a mood for patience. The pace soon quickened, the two of them moving in a sweet, sensuous rhythm. With each movement, sparks went off within her.

“It feels so good,” she bit out against his shoulder. “God, Ian, I am so close.”

“I am, as well,” he managed. “You are so perfect. So good for me. Come for me, Cecilia. Come with me.”

As she clenched around him, she felt him spill into her, both of them reaching their climaxes in perfect harmony.

After they finished, Ian rolled onto his side, arm still wrapped around her. They curled into each other, still breathing heavily, and kissed as they came down from the pleasurable heights.

“I must say, wife.” He kissed her again, then pulled back, studying her face with a smile. “You seem to have a particular light about you this morning,” he continued. “Could it be that famous glow women are said to have when they are with child?”

She blushed deeper and laughed. “My lord, you know full well I am not with child.”

He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Would you like to be?”

Her eyes shone as she searched his face for any hint of jest. “Do you really mean it?” she asked hopefully.

He nodded, unable to hide a smile from his face. “I would not dream of jesting about anything so serious as this,” he said.

Cecilia’s face lit up even further. At once, she kissed her husband passionately, nearly throwing herself against him, and he pulled her in closer still, strong, muscular arms wrapped around her waist.

“Thank you,” she said, between kisses. “Thank you.”

“It is perfectly unfair, you know,” he replied against her mouth, “how thoroughly you have managed to ruin my life.”

She pulled back, eyes darting across his face with a wry smile on her lips. “Is that so? Whatever do you mean? I could say the same to you, you know,” Cecilia replied smartly, “seeing as how it was your fault we were ever tossed together in the first place.”

“Oh, not this old argument again.” Ian rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “You were in the garden. You know as well as I that I did not kiss you, or touch you, or do anything other than catch you from a fall.”

“Yes, but if you had not followed me into the garden to tease me, there would have been no rumor.”

“And if you had not looked so damnably tempting since the first time I met you, perhaps I could not have followed you into that garden,” he said softly, his eyes tracing a path across her face.

“Tempting, or infuriating?”

“Both,” he replied.

“Ah. Well, if we agree to disagree on who was at fault, then you can hardly place the blame on me for ruining your life.”

“I most certainly can,” he replied swiftly. “You have turned over every plan I ever made for my life. Everything I thought true about myself, you proved false with impossible ease. You have changed me forever, Cecilia Repington,” he said, kissing her deeply before he finished, “and I will be grateful for it every day of my life.”

The End?