The Art of Seduction by Eileen Richards

Author:Eileen Richards
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: 0
Published: 2018-08-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Never had Michael thought he’d be holding this woman in his arms again. His heart overflowed with a tenderness she’d never felt with anyone else. He was teetering on the edge of his future happiness and there was an edge of desperation in his touch as he traced Beth’s slight curves. Her scent tangled him in memories of when they’d last made love, the last time he’d felt as if he were home where he could be himself. In her arms, he was Michael and nothing else mattered. It was a precious gift she’d always given him: total acceptance for the man he was, not the title or the inheritance. It was a heady feeling and he wanted to hold on to it forever.

Beth’s skin was soft, smooth, like silk beneath his trembling hands. He wanted to curse the consequences that had pulled them apart five years ago. He should have married her. He should have taken care of her and her family, not put their life on hold. He could have found a way to be with his mother and with Beth. Had he married her, she would have been his for five years. Five years of tasting the sweetness of her skin as his mouth moved along her jaw. Five years of imagining her growing heavy with his child. The loss made him desperate to have her feel the same.

Michael hesitated for a brief second as he looked down at the woman beneath him, as he tried to puzzle out her expression. Her eyes were dark with passion, her breathing shallow, but he couldn’t see into that mind of hers. Did she sense how monumental this moment was for him? That there was nothing that could keep her from being his? That this moment with her warm and willing beneath him was their future? Could she see he had found his home in her arms?

Beth smiled at him. “You feel so good against me. It’s been so long.”

Michael pressed his mouth to hers, gently. “I’ve missed your lips.” He kissed her again taking it deeper, his tongue rubbing against her own. “I’ve missed this part of your neck,” he whispered as he tasted that curve where her neck met her shoulder. Beth squirmed against him. “Your scent is strong here.”

“I’ve really missed these,” he whispered against her pert breasts. Her nipples were pale rose, turgid, waiting for his mouth. She arched her back slightly inviting him to feast. And feast he did. He swept his tongue over each of her nipples before pulling one breast into his mouth and suckling deep. She arched her back urging him on. He suckled her other breast hard.

“Michael!”

He placed his fingertips gently against her lips. “Shhh. You want your mother to hear us?”

Beth’s eyes widened with fear and she began to push against him. “Good God, my mother. What if she catches you here? You have to leave.” Her voice was a raw whisper. “She’ll expect —things.”

He was tempted to let her mother find them.

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