A Scarlet Bride by Sylvia McDaniel

Author:Sylvia McDaniel [McDaniel, Sylvia]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Virtual Bookseller
Published: 2012-03-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Alexandra awoke feeling trapped. A masculine leg was wrapped around her own, an arm thrown over her breasts, her buttocks snug against a very naked Connor. The events of the night before came flooding back with heated self consciousness. Twice during the night he'd awakened her with soft kisses and passionate caresses. Each time her body had eagerly responded to his touch. Each time she had willingly abandoned herself to his lovemaking, much to her surprise.

Flames of embarrassment rushed to her face as she recalled the touches they had given one another. She'd never dreamed that being with a man could be so good. She'd never dreamed that she could lose herself so completely in Connor's embrace. She'd lost count of how many times he'd pushed her over the edge, of how many times she had cried out his name. Like the wanton that society claimed her to be, she had enjoyed every minute of their lovemaking.

A smile flashed across her face as she gazed at Connor's naked leg draped across her own. Certainly, she had never acted this way with Gordon. Never cried out his name in passion, never moaned with desire for him. But then Gordon had never been concerned with her pleasure, only his own need to make her submit to his strange desires. Distaste was the main emotion she had experienced with Gordon. Distaste and humiliation.

Connor definitely knew how to please a woman, how to satisfy her in every way, how to take her to heights of bliss she had never experienced before. But how in the world was she supposed to face him this morning? How did one greet a man after acting shamelessly with him the night before?

She glanced over at the sleeping male figure beside her, aching to run her hand across his naked thigh. After her behavior, he could only believe the rumors about her. For no decent woman would have cried out with joy at the strokes of his fingers, no decent woman would have let him put his lips in the hidden recesses of her body and then curiously touch her lips to his.

Proper women only endured their husband's touch for procreation. But somehow the thought of creating a baby had not crossed her mind, until this moment. Stunned, her hand went down to her stomach. A baby. Could they have made a child last night? A son to continue River Bend, or a daughter with her coloring?

She shook her head and sighed. There would be no baby. It had never happened with Gordon; it would not happen with Connor. Often Gordon had accused her of being barren, of not wanting his child. Another reason to be rid of her, he'd claimed.

Babies and families were a girl's dream. She was long past the age of a foolish young dreamer. Last night didn't mean that everything was going to turn out perfect. Last night didn't mean her dreams would turn into reality.

One night did not a lifetime make.

Eight wonderful hours could not erase the damage of Gordon's humiliation or release her from her vow of revenge.

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