Page 45 of Brazen

He smiled. “The pain will be fleeting, I promise. Then…”

He kissed her again, long, languorous and with a sweetness that made her heart fill with a strange emotion. He shifted. Then thrust. Mia cried out in startlement. Magnus lowered himself onto her fully. His weight pressed down upon her. She thought having him on top of her would be uncomfortable, but when he kissed her again, he seemed almost a part of her.

He broke the kiss and whispered, “Do you feel any pain?”

She thought about it. Pain? No. Strange? Oh yes.

Mia shook her head.

He drew back, then thrust slowly. The sensation was so very strange. It didn’t hurt. It just felt impossibly large. He drew back and thrust again, then again. The contact of his flesh against hers was oddly pleasurable. She wondered what it would be like if they wore no clothes on at all. She mentally grimace. How could she think such improper thoughts? He thrust deeper. To her surprise, pleasure rippled through her.

“You have driven me to distraction these last few days, love,” he murmured. “I will not last long. I promise to make that up to you when we’re in a proper bed.”

Mia frowned. She’d driven him to distraction? That was ridiculous.

His movements quickened. She liked the way his pelvis felt when it collided with hers. Mia wrapped her arms around his back. He groaned. The sound sent a wave of desire though her. He drove deeper. Her breath caught at the hint of pain mingled with pleasure. She had the strange urge to wrap her legs around his waist. Might he like that?

Slowly, she drew up one knee. Magnus reached back and grasped her hip. Mia levered her leg around his waist, then did the same with the other.

“Vixen,” he murmured in a hoarse voice.

She should have been embarrassed, but the word emboldened her. She arched her hips to meet his thrusts.

“Christ Almighty,” he ground out, and thrust hard.

He hugged her tight, driving fast another half dozen times before he groaned deeply and froze, buried hilt deep inside her for several heartbeat. Again, he thrust, slowly, until he finally collapsed on top of her, heart pounding. Had he felt the same pleasure she had? When might they be able to do this again? How often could they do it? The tomcats in their barn mounted every female that allowed it. Her father had made a career out of bedding beautiful women. Men certainly—

The murmur of voices cut into her thoughts.

Magnus jerked up onto one elbow. “Bloody hell.”

He sprang to his feet and shoved his member back into his breeches, then buttoned his falls.

“Quick, Mia,” he whispered. “Your dress.”

She glanced down and started at sight of her bodice askew and down over her corset. She sat upright and straightened her dress, then pulled her skirt down a bare instant before the doorknob turned, and the door opened.