Page 59 of A Rogue to Reform
She finally took a shaky breath, a tear sliding down her face, and Evan wasn’t sure what to say. He’d planned to have a stern talk with her, but it seemed she’d been thinking about her actions all day.
It occurred to him that he loved her and what had hurt more than anything was her distrust of him.
“Do you not trust me, Felicity?”
After a loud sniff, she nodded emphatically. “I do trust you, Evan, I promise. It is just that you and she were involved. And that she knew about an investment made me think you’d shared with her.”
“I agree Sorcha is convincing when trying to get her way. I apologize for her coming to you like that. I did tell her I was saving money for an endeavor; however, I did not tell her what it was about. Either way, it was stupid of me.” He pushed his empty plate away and stood. Holding out his hand, he waited for Felicity to take it. “Let us finish this discussion in bed. I am very tired.”
*
He could not keep his eyes from his beautiful bride as she finished undressing once Ana left. The fire in the fireplace cast a light that outlined her supple body through the sheer fabric of the nightgown, each delectable curve there for his viewing pleasure.
When she slipped into the bed, he pulled her closer and looked down at her. “I love you, Felicity Murray Macleod, with your impulsiveness and all.”
Her eyes rounded. “It is the first time you admitted to loving me.”
“Is it?” He gave her upper lip a playful nip. “I believe to have said it many times while making love.”
Felicity gave him a rueful stare. “Everyone knows it doesn’t count then.”
“Where did you hear that?” He had to laugh. His wife would never allow boredom to overtake their relationship.
“I heard Grant make that statement once.”
When she reached for his bottom and pulled him over her, he acquiesced and took her mouth.
Before long, he plunged into her heat, his entire body trembling with pure arousal as her sex wrapped around his member so tight he almost came immediately.
“Yes!” Felicity exclaimed while lifting her hips to take more of him.
Evan was lost, completely and utterly undone by his wife’s mewls of ecstasy when he held on to the top of the headboard and plowed into her, driving as fast as he could.
“More, Evan, more,” Felicity exclaimed. “It feels so very good.”
He could not believe it. The more he gave, the more she wanted. It was a dream come true to have such a free spirit in bed.
He withdrew. “Turn on your stomach,” he instructed, and she happily obliged, eager for whatever he would do next.
Lifting her bum, he slowly entered her from behind and Felicity looked over her shoulder at him with a wanton smile.
He could not take it, had to drive in fully. The sound of their bodies colliding and her throaty sounds as he thrust in and out had his body screaming for release.
Felicity had come once, but he knew she needed another climax to be fully sated. The lass pushed her bottom back to meet his strokes; it was a beautiful sight.
Still holding her hip with his left hand, he reached around with his right to touch her and stroked the tiny nub at the center of her sex.
She went stiff and cried out, climaxing so hard her body seemed to pull him further in. Evan’s release sent him spinning as his heated seed burst from him. He was barely coherent enough to fall sideways onto the bed, bringing Felicity with him.
Evan could barely breathe, his body shuddering with the aftereffects. Unable to keep from it, he grabbed her hips and began moving again. At first slowly, but then frantically. He’d never experienced anything like it.
It was as if his body took on a life of its own.
In the fog, he could hear Felicity’s cries. She clenched the bedding while meeting his thrusts. It went on until he thought his heart would burst. Finally, he came again, and with a growl, he bit her shoulder in a primal instinct to claim his woman.
They lay in the afterglow of their lovemaking, Evan barely able to move much less think.
Felicity rolled over and pressed kisses over his face. “I cannot wait for tomorrow night.”
