Heart of Gold by May McGoldrick Read Free Book Online

her. With a silent roar, desire swept through him, desire for skin against skin, body against body. Ambrose knew it should matter that she wasn’t there solely because she wanted him. But somehow, he simply didn’t care. He knew that when the night was done, when their passion was—for the moment—sated, she would feel differently. Next time, she would come wanting him.
    Elizabeth found herself short of breath. She could feel the hammer of her heart in her chest. She had not expected this. So quick. The kiss, this man’s mouth, was undoing her, melting her. She felt herself going limp in his embrace, her mouth yielding to his mouth, her body molding to his body. She raised herself on her toes as her hands instinctively encircled his neck. She felt rather than heard his groan of pleasure as her body pressed involuntarily against his.
    “Tell me, how much does he need to suffer?” Ambrose’s hands worked their way through the laces of her dress front as his lips bit and teased her neck, her jaw, her lips.
    “Endlessly!” she whispered.

Chapter 4
     
     
    Elizabeth had expected it to be quick, painful, and done with.
    How could this happen? Her senses, now inflamed by the attentions of Ambrose Macpherson, cried out for release. And as far as she could tell in the amber haze that was swirling in her brain, she was still a virgin.
    Elizabeth opened her eyes as Ambrose worked her fingers gently from their death grip on the sheets. She looked up into his passion-filled eyes as he kissed her palm.
    “Hold me, Elizabeth. Don’t be afraid. Touch me.”
    She watched in dismay as Ambrose lowered her hand and let it trace downward over the hard muscles of his abdomen. Her fingers played a dance of wonder over his skin. He shifted his weight off of her, to give her better access. She froze. He was naked, Elizabeth realized with a jolt. And so was she, nearly.
    She had been so consumed with the magic of this man’s beguiling touch, of his hands, his mouth, his kisses, that she had hardly paid any attention to her own circumstances. They were gone...forgotten. Elizabeth had only the vaguest awareness of his strong arms removing her dress, lifting her off her feet, and carrying her to bed. After that, she’d been lost to everything.
    Now, looking down at her open chemise, her exposed breasts, she yanked her hand out of his grasp, trying to cover her flesh. But he was too quick for her.
    “Not so fast.” He lifted her hands above her head, trapping them there with one hand. “You have the most beautiful body of any woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I want to savor every moment. We can’t rush this.” Ambrose’s eyes lowered to the full breasts. To the raised aurora that invitingly beckoned his lips. He bent down and kissed the soft curves of the valley between her heaving breasts. Then moving on, he tenderly suckled her rose-colored nipples.
    Elizabeth groaned uncontrollably in response. She wanted him. He was making her insane. But somewhere inside her head she knew she had to stop. She had to stop the rhythmic dance that was taking over her body, had to stop the liquid heat that was rushing through her. She could not go through with this.
    Ambrose tried to control the pounding roar of his heart. He was losing control fast. She was incredible. Her beauty, her sweet taste were driving him wild. He wanted to take her now. But more, he wanted to extend this sweet torture. For his own selfish reasons, he wanted Elizabeth to remember him, to remember this night as the best lovemaking she’d ever had. Ambrose felt her hands work their way out of his grip and work themselves into his hair. She pulled at him. He rolled and brought her on top of him, stripping her of the open chemise as they rolled.
    Elizabeth gasped as she found herself looking down at the handsome warrior. Her breasts, still tingling from his kisses, rested heavily on his chest. She was afraid. Afraid of her own body’s responses. Something inside of her was