Saved from Scandal by Caitlin Marie Carrington

Author:Caitlin Marie Carrington
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Caitlin Marie Carrington

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Darcy

She was so hot and cold.

The skin of her thighs was cold, despite all her sensible, winter petticoats. Her core was slick, hot fire. He felt like his hands would be burned.

He felt like his heart was being torched.

Elizabeth's dark eyes flashed. "How will you prove it?"

Darcy smiled. She was all fire and fury on the outside, but on the inside—he cupped her sweet core, and she inhaled sharply—she was soft and warm and compliant.

He kissed her, softly, oh-so-softly. She shivered in his arms, and he moved closer, trying to shield her from the wind.

"Are you cold?" he asked, pulling back to look at her. "You're so beautiful," he found himself saying.

Don't say such things to her. Don't let her know how she affects you.

She swallowed, her eyes heavy-lidded. "And if I said I was chilled?"

Darcy moved his hand between her legs and she flinched, then moaned. She looked guilty and earnest and more sensual and wanton than even his dirtiest fantasies. Her cloak and hair were dark shadows against the rapidly falling snow. Her cheeks were red and her lips swollen.

"Then I'll warm you up," he whispered. "While I prove that you want me…as much as I want you." He slowly dropped to his knees, watching her face the entire time. Her eyes grew impossibly wide as he lifted her skirts, his face in line with her sweet quim.

"What are you doing?" she gasped.

He didn't answer, just raised her skirts and stared at her. Beneath her multiple petticoats and under her shift, her skin was smooth alabaster, toned and soft. Elizabeth shifted and tried to cover herself, but he simply grabbed her hand, held it to his lips, and kissed it.

"I'm looking at my beautiful wife." He glanced up at her. "Do you want me to stop?"

Elizabeth stared down at him. She bit her lip, her eyes moving from his face to his hand…the one Darcy now trailed up her cool, soft thigh.

"I'm not your wife," she said. But she didn't tell him to stop.

"Not yet. But if you shared a bed with me on our wedding night, I'd touch you here, first," he said. He caressed her soft curls. "Has your mother ever told you what to expect?"

She laughed, but he felt her nervousness beneath her bravado. "No."

"Has anyone?"

She swallowed. "No."

"And what do you think happens, between a husband and wife?" He trailed his fingers between her lips, touching her softly. She froze, holding her breath. She was slick and he inhaled her sweet scent. I'll remember this forever, he thought. The freezing cold, the ancient woods, my young, blushing, fiery bride.

Elizabeth took a deep breath. Her gloved hands were behind her back, and if the oak behind her magically disappeared, Darcy was certain she'd fall over.

Then again, Elizabeth tumbling sweetly onto the ground was a pretty picture. Her cloak would be their bed, he'd lay on it and let her ride him so the cold, hard ground wouldn't hurt her perfect back…

He growled. What was he thinking? What was he doing? His staff was so hard it was painful.

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