Captured Love by Jane Lark Read Free Book Online

for that.”
    “I —”
    “I have no wish to hear anything you have to say,
Meredith. So pray, do not speak. I have only come to consummate the match.”
    Her mouth formed an ‘O’ and then shifted to a pout as
he undid the sash at his waist.
    When he shrugged off his dressing gown, her gaze
dropped as did her jaw.
    He was still not inclined to be kind, and he hadn’t realized,
until this moment, that is was possible to be intensely angry with someone and
yet intensely attracted to them, too. That
hair ... “Let the covers go.”
    She did. They fell to her waist, only revealing more
of her nightgown.
    “Stand up.”
    She looked nervous and scared as she climbed off the
bed and then stood before him. All he could see of her body was her hands, her face
and her toes. Her thick linen nightgown hid all else.
    He met her gaze and stepped forwards, his eyes holding
on to the blue as his fingers began working loose the buttons at her front,
starting at her chin and moving down.
    She was shaking. She bit her lip and her eyes dropped
to stare at his Adam’s apple. His gaze dropped to watch each button slip free
and the material begin to gap. Her skin was as pale as cream; it had not one
single blemish, and her hair glowed in the candlelight, a striking contrast to
her pale complexion.
    The pulse in his groin intensified, and he was fully
erect, while something equally hard tightened in his chest.
    Yes , he had no issue with consummating this marriage.
This was the only part of his life which would be a pleasure from now onwards.
He had wanted a comfortable marriage; he would make this it.
    When her nightgown was loose he brushed it off her
shoulders and it dropped to the floor, leaving her naked.
    His fingers slipped into her hair, and, cradling her
nape, he brought her mouth to his. He kissed her opened-mouthed and she kissed
him back, brushing her tongue past his lips.
    She knew how to kiss, then. Lord he hoped she was not
loose. He did not want a wife who would cuckold him. Still, it hardly mattered
now. She was the wife he had.
    His hands moved, running over her body. He’d thought
her thinner than she was. She had wide hips, flesh a man could grasp. He
clasped her buttocks as he kissed her. She did not seem at all shocked, or
afraid, not now. She pressed against him with more confidence than he’d
imagined she would have. Perhaps it was the bravado he had always seen in her,
returning. Perhaps she did not care if he liked her or not, as long as she had
what she wanted. At the moment, he did not particularly care whether he liked
her or not, either. He liked this ...
    His hand gripped her breast, and she arched, pressing
it into his hand. Her breast had an exquisite pert tilt, which made her tight
nipple stand proud. He caressed it with his thumb as her tongue weaved about
his, not compliant, but hungry. She was not merely permitting his kiss and his
caress, but clearly taking pleasure in them, and proving that, her hand moved
from where it had gripped his shoulder, falling to his groin, and then she
clasped him.
    Lord, she would unman him in a moment. He’d had no
mistress for a year; he had not thought it right to have one when Rowena had
come out.
    His kisses became more ardent, his tongue pressing
deep into Meredith’s mouth as her fingers began working him in tight swift
strokes. He ought to care that she knew a man’s body far too well, he ought to
be angry. But the anger had gone from him. There was no room in his head for
thoughts; it was swamped with sensation.
    “Meredith...” he said into her mouth as his fingers
gripped in her hair and at her breast, then his tongue fenced with hers as she
fought him for who would invade whose mouth.
    Panting and ravenous, he backed her toward the bed,
and then they tumbled.
    He could be slow and take his time, but he was not
inclined for that. He had abstained for far too long. He just wanted quick,
urgent relief, and she was his wife; he could have what he