Her Heart's Desire by Lauren Wilder Read Free Book Online Page A

the effect he had on her.
    ‘You’re mine, my beautiful, sexy, American darling,’ he whispered as he trailed gentle kisses along her neck, causing her to writhe in passion, her heart beating so fast she felt as though it would explode.
    She gasped, struggling for breath as he slowly undid her shirt with his elegant, sexy fingers, and all the while his eyes never left hers. He stroked the swell of her breast and caressed the nipple through the sheer fabric of her pretty lace bra.
    His head bent and his tongue snaked out, licking the nipple gently, his eyes penetrating hers, she felt herself swooning. Her heart raced, as heat rose up from the tips of her toes to the top of her head as he sucked gently on one nipple then the other.
    He groaned deeply as he sucked gently, making her feel wild and wanton, his hardness pressed against her groin as she wriggled, thrusting herself up to him, crying out as he pressed himself into her. She caressed his face and held on tightly as his lips covered hers...
    ‘What the—huh?’ Marisa mumbled as she woke with a start upon hearing a loud knocking at her door .
    Feeling disoriented, she roused herself from her sexy dream. The persistent knocking continued, and she leapt off the bed to open the door. Mrs. Reed was standing there.
    ‘I wondered if you would be coming down for dinner, Miss Lowell. Mrs. Rose is ready to serve up now.’
    ‘Oh, God, yes, I’m sorry, I fell asleep. I’ll be right down.’
    Mrs. Reed glowered at her, and Marisa was quite taken aback.
    ‘Please make sure this doesn’t happen again. We have a routine here at Highcroft, and I expect everyone to adhere to it. There are no twenty-four hour diners here, Miss Lowell.’
    How nasty , thought Marisa. She could see Mrs. Reed had taken a strong dislike to her, but why?
    When she reached the dining room, she was surprised to find Marcus sitting there alone.
    ‘Hi, Marcus, is it just us?’ She felt awkward being alone with him; she wondered if he was aware she had twice witnessed his naughty shenanigans.
    ‘Hello, Marisa. Yes, Felicity has retired early, and James is still up in London, of course.’ He gave a slow, lazy grin as his eyes travelled all over her body. She wished she was dressed a little more conservatively. The thin fabric of her jersey dress suddenly felt insufficient. She felt as though it was revealing every detail of her figure and was probably turning him on.
    ‘You’re a very attractive woman, Marisa, if you don’t mind me saying so.’ He continued to undress her with his eyes, and she felt her cheeks heat.
    ‘Oh, I—’ she murmured, feeling tongue-tied.
    ‘Don’t be embarrassed. I’m not hitting on you. Isn’t that what you Americans say? Rather a strange way to verbalize your attraction. I much prefer our version of seduction. If I were to seduce you, Marisa, you would be left in no doubt of my intentions.’
    Marisa didn’t know where to look. She felt very uncomfortable. She could imagine him pouncing on her at any moment; she wanted to turn around and walk out but felt that would be a little dramatic, even for an American, so she took a seat at the table.
    He stood and walked slowly around the table as her heart hammered in alarm. He placed his hand on her chair and leaned in, whispering, ‘If you ever feel lonely, let me know.’
    With that, he left the room, and Marisa let out a huge sigh of relief. She wished Felicity was there. Anything was better than being alone with Marcus.
    She ate quickly, anxious to get back to the sanctuary of her room. She took a hot bath and tried to relax. Thoughts of James consumed her, and she felt excited remembering her erotic dream. How she longed to know what it felt like to be kissed by him, his soft lips on hers, those amazing eyes watching her as they made love. She stepped out of the bath and froze as a shadow flitted across the room. She grabbed her robe and wrapped it tightly around her.
    ‘Who is it, who’s there?’ she called