Page 96 of An Ill-Made Match

Eden thought of Lenora’s words. Maybe in some obnoxious Vawdrey male type way, he had been pining for her. She lifted her head to look at him. Glad. He said he’d been glad to wake up and find her in his arms, she thought, her head reeling. Glad. To find himself obligated to wed her? She felt her body trembling. It couldn’t possibly be true, could it?

“Cold?” He asked in concern, crowding around her at once, rubbing his palm up and down her back. Eden found herself glancing uneasily at the door. “No-one’s going to burst in, sweetheart,” he assured her. “We’d hear the dogs first.”

That was true enough, Eden found herself relaxing a little. “I wish we were back at the Keep,” she said wistfully.

“Really?” He sounded pleased.

“Don’t you?”

“I don’t mind,” he said. “So long as…”

Unable to hear anymore sweet words so soon, Eden leaned forward and kissed his lips. He said her kiss had been perfect last time, so she kissed him again boldly, and with tongue. Roland groaned into her mouth, hauling her body more firmly against his own, which strained against her with bunched muscle and hard need. Eden grasped his shoulders and let herself relax against him.

“I don’t like poetry,” Roland Vawdrey whispered. “But I do like you, Eden.” He was tracing his fingertips over her hips. She shivered. Although his body felt tense and primed, his actions were lazy and unhurried. “And you don’t like tournaments, but you do like me.” He tugged one of her hands down from his shoulder back to his chest. “I want your hands all over my body.” His words with thick with desire now. Experimentally, Eden ran her hand over the warm skin of his muscular chest. His eyes darkened and his chest heaved. He definitely liked that.

“Oh Eden,” he whispered.

Why did he keep doing that? Speaking her name with pleasure? It scrambled her brains and turned her to a puddle of mush. She gazed down at him. “I thought of another weapon at our disposal,” she said breathlessly and let her hand wander lightly down his flat belly. He held very still, and made a noise of startled pleasure when she made out the shape of his maleness with her hand.

Roland sucked in his breath. “My cock?” he asked looking confused.

Eden blushed violently. “No! Yes…” she corrected herself. “I mean, well…” she lowered her voice. “You could put your baby in me.”

For a full minute, he didn’t utter a word. “What?” he asked finally in a strangled voice, breathing hard.

Eden glanced down in alarm at his violent reaction to her words. He seemed to have swelled to an enormous size, and thrust more firmly into her grasp. “Um.. well…” Eden was forced to adjust her hold. “It... was just an idea. I probably didn’t think it through…”

“Say it again, Eden,” he urged her huskily, his grip on her hips tightening.

Her eyes returned to his, her cheeks were scarlet. “I thought that well, one way around our marriage being annulled would be for there to be, a – um - well, a legal impediment to their nullifying…”

“Say. It. What. You. Said. Before.”

“You could put your baby in me,” she repeated wide-eyed.

He breathed in once. Twice. Then his glazed eyes seemed to re-focus on her. “Gods, Eden,” his voice was so gravelly she could barely recognize it. “Do you want that?”

“Ye-es,” she said, feeling a little alarmed by his reaction.

“Tell me then,” he urged, his nostrils flaring.

“Well…”

“Tell me to put my baby in you.”

“Roland,” she squealed, as he in one swift motion, he rolled her onto her back and loomed above her.

“I can’t wait,” he said shakily as he settled between her legs. “Gods. I could spill right now.”

She helped him by wriggling around underneath him, her legs wide, until he was poised exactly where he needed to be. His excitement seemed to be transferring to her. Eden felt wild and edgy with some kind of driving need. “Roland?” she asked uncertainly. He stilled, his eyes flying to meet her. “Please,” she whispered, licking her lips.

“Anything,” he vowed, though he was trembling now. “What do you need? My fingers? My mouth?”

“Put your baby in me.”

He thrust, and Eden had to stifle a cry with the back of her hand. He was lodged so deep, her eyes watered.

“Eden?”