The Rogue Prince by Margo Maguire Read Free Book Online

desperate to be inside her. He was hard and ready, and did not think he could wait much longer.
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    It felt like lightning shooting through her when his tongue touched hers. Julian had never kissed her like this, had never seduced her with his mouth and the low pressure of his manhood against her pelvis. He’d never called her lovely.
    The ability to think escaped Maggie, and she let herself be caught up in the enticement of this man’s arms, his mouth, his obvious arousal. He cradled her face in the palms of his hands, then touched her shoulders, and moved farther down. When he cupped her breast and slid a finger over her taut nipple through the layers of her clothing, she thought she might melt in his arms.
    â€œLeave here with me.” His voice was a purely male rasp that reached deep inside her core and stoked the intense storm that was stirring within her. She felt breathless and wobbly, and yet more powerful than she’d ever felt before.
    â€œYes,” she said, hardly aware that she had spoken, but she wanted to taste more of what heoffered, wanted to experience more of the sensations he wrought so easily in her.
    He released her breast, slipping his hands around her and kissing her hard, sucking her tongue into his mouth while he ground himself against her. Maggie thought her knees would buckle with the excruciating pleasure of his touch.
    Dear God, was this what she’d missed during all the years of her marriage?
    â€œCome on,” he said, breaking away abruptly. He took a few deep breaths, then stepped away from their private little alcove. Maggie tried to appear perfectly proper and composed, and she assumed he did, too. He quickly led the way back through the gallery and outside, signaling to his carriage. In less than a minute, they were inside the conveyance and it started to move.
    The prince pulled her into his arms again, but Maggie held him in check, her hands against his chest, suddenly uncertain. As much as she wanted more, she was a staid and settled country widow, with no knowledge or experience of such wanton conduct. She ought to demand that he take her back to Hanover Square.
    â€œI don’t even know your name,” she said breathlessly, her body betraying her better judgment.
    He was already unfastening the buttons at her throat and pressing his mouth to her bare skin, moving lower and lower until her pelisse was gone and her bodice fully open.
    â€œThomas. Tom,” he said harshly.
    She should put a stop to his seduction now, butreason flew in every direction when he pushed her chemise down, baring her breasts to his gaze. To his touch. And then to his mouth.
    Maggie shuddered with the most exquisite sensations she’d ever known. She let her head fall back as he licked and sucked her breasts, feeling a desperate pull of pleasure deep inside. She slipped her fingers through his hair, and bit her lip to keep from crying out. Julian had never failed to leave her unfulfilled and vaguely aching, yet she could not believe the same would happen with Thomas.
    He kissed her mouth, keeping one hand on her breasts, stroking, teasing her nipples with a light, feathering touch.
    Maggie’s breath caught when she felt his other hand at her ankle, sliding it under her skirts. The rough surface of his fingertips glided against her calf, then teased the back of her knee, climbing higher as her pulse pounded in her throat. She should grab his hand and stop him, but every cell in her body craved his touch, cried out for the completion he could provide.
    Maggie nearly came off her seat when he reached her feminine folds. He touched her gently at first, then opened her and slid a finger inside, even as his tongue speared her mouth.
    She did not recognize the whimper that came from the back of her throat, but clearly it was she who’d made the sound. Pure, carnal sensation thrummed through her, enlivening a part of her that had been unfulfilled all through her