Wickedly Yours (The Wickeds Book 4) by Kathleen Ayers

Author:Kathleen Ayers [Ayers, Kathleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical Romance, Women's Fiction, Regency & Victorian Romance, London Society, England & Britain, 19th Century, Forever Love, Bachelor, Single Woman, Love Possibility, Hearts Desire, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Honesty & Trust, Home & Family, Lifetime Love, Romantic Schemes, Beautiful & Feisty, Love-Family & Forever, Action & Adventure, Sensual Story Theme, The Wickeds
Publisher: Kathleen Ayers
Published: 2019-08-15T04:00:00+00:00

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She sighed in pleasure as she wrapped herself around Rowan. The kiss was merciless, demanding she yield to him. Arabella did so gladly, her ire turning to desire for Malden. Her senses swam as his lips moved over hers, willing her capitulation. Tentatively she opened her mouth as he’d done to her before and touched her tongue to his.

A deep growl came from his chest.

Hands slid through her hair, loosening the carefully placed pins. Tiny pinging sounds met her ears as the pins fell to the floor of the coach. The kiss became more urgent. Commanding. She was locked in an intoxicating battle of wills Arabella most certainly would lose.

I want to lose.

His larger body covered hers, all muscle and heat, dominating the small space of the coach. Insanity gripped Arabella as it always did at Malden’s touch. A deep yearning filled her for him. Physical, yes. But also something more. She wished desperately to belong to him.

His mouth left hers to toy with the sensitive skin of her neck before falling to the tops of her breasts. Warm. Soft. Lips skimmed over the delicate flesh and pleasure radiated down her body. She shivered, arching against him. Her nipples tightened painfully beneath the silk of the indigo gown.

“Rowan—”

Her breath caught as a finger slid down the front of her bodice, followed by his hand. He deftly popped out one breast, caressing the tip of her nipple with his thumb.

“Do not ever call me Malden again.” The tip of his tongue touched the hardened peak. “I mean it, Bella.”

“No.” She moaned softly. “I won’t. I will wait and call you Marsh when you are earl.”

His teeth grazed her nipple, punishment for her remark. “This is why I came for you.” His tongue circled her nipple, deliberately torturing her with every flick. “You need never doubt again. I want this marriage. I want you.”

At his words a flood of wetness seeped between her thighs. Her skin felt raw all over, the silk of her gown chafing against the most sensitive parts of her body. Arabella was a virgin, but she also knew what was happening between them.

I want him to touch me. Put his hands on me.

“I’m a wanton. Like my mother,” she gasped as the heat of his mouth covered her nipple, suckling her. “I’ve always been afraid her nature would become mine.”

The weight of his hand moved underneath her skirts, stroking the sheer silk covering her legs. He lingered over the hollow of her knee before his fingers found the space between her thighs. Settling her astride his lap, he wrenched up her skirts.

“But only for me.” The possessive rasp came from him. “Only me.”

She could feel the cool air of the coach against her stockinged legs as he found the slit of her underthings. “Part your legs, my love.” His voice was rough.

My love. More wetness. The hard length of him pressed with determination beneath her buttocks. Deliberately, Rowan rotated his hips, rubbing his arousal against her.

“This is very uncalled for,” she whispered against his mouth.

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