Page 101 of Rogue of My Heart

“Believe me,” he said, finishing with the buttons of her blouse and pushing it open. “Once we get going, you’ll want it to last forever.”

“I like the sound of that.” She fumbled with the fastenings of his trousers.

He paused after pulling her blouse from her skirt. “Perhaps not the first time.” He winced. “Have you ever been with a man before?”

“No,” she answered honestly, her heart thudding against her ribs as the gravity of what they were doing hit her.

“Then maybe rushing through things this first time would be best,” he said.

She blinked, hands hovering over the hot hardness beneath his trousers. “Why?”

“The first time might not be that…comfortable,” he warned her.

“Oh, I’ve heard all about that,” Marie laughed. “But if you want to charge through and just get it over with?—”

“The last thing I want to do is just get it over with,” he laughed, continuing to undress her.

“Then by all means, take your time.” Marie caught her breath as he reached around to tug at the drawstring holding her skirts in place.

The one thing they didn’t take their time doing was undressing. It was far easier for him to shed his clothes—something she had a feeling he did on a regular basis, judging by how fast they dropped off him. She only had a moment to bite her lip and appreciate the pure, male glory of his erection as framed against his lean hips and flat abdomen. Her clothes took far more effort to remove and required her turning her back to him far more than she wanted to.

But at last, they were both as naked as the day they were born. They spilled into Marie’s bed, panting and reaching for each other.

“You’re beautiful,” Christian sighed, stroking his hands across her sides and treating her breasts to feather-light touches. “I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to get enough of you.”

“If our plot works, you will have all the time in the world to get as much as you’d like,” she told him, running her fingers through his hair.

“It still wouldn’t be enough.” He bent down to capture her mouth, kissing her until her head spun and her body throbbed.

He didn’t stop there. As glorious as his kisses were and as much as they enflamed her, it was his hands that made her writhe against him, aching for everything. He caressed her breasts, thumbing her nipples and then pinching them just enough to have her arching off the bed and gasping at the pleasure.

“I don’t know how we waited so long for this,” Christian panted as his hands traveled down across the flat of her stomach to delve between her legs.

“So long? We’ve only known each other for—oh!”

She nearly arched off the bed as his fingers stroked the wetness of her sex. She’d pleasured herself plenty of times before, but it was nothing to the expert skill of his fingers teasing and arousing her. He didn’t hesitate in the slightest, thrusting first one and then two fingers inside of her to test her readiness. She was more than ready from the start, but he worked her into a need that was so desperate she thought she might come out of her skin.

That was only the beginning. With his fingers still thrusting inside of her, he positioned his thumb to rake across her clitoris. Within seconds, Marie came apart in a burst of light and pleasure. She sighed loudly at the sensations that throbbed through her, then realized Christian was groaning with triumph as well. He’d done that to her, and she had never been more overawed in her life.

As if he had a sixth sense for timing, he shifted his body over hers, nudging her thighs open, then thrusting inside of her while she was still transported by the pleasure of her orgasm. He was so quick and decisive that the moment of shock her body experienced at his invasion felt like nothing more than a bump in the road, easily forgotten as the journey continued.

“Oh, Christian,” she gasped as he moved inside her. “That’s…that’s….” She lost the ability to form words entirely and let out a long sigh as she moved with him.

“Marie,” he gasped against her ear as his motions sped up.

It was a revelation. Marie gripped his back with her fingertips, wrapping her legs around his hips as he thrust harder and harder, until his whole body tensed and he let out a shattering sound of pleasure. Warmth and affection filled her as he spilled himself deep inside of her. It was the most amazing sensation she’d ever felt, and in echo of what he’d said earlier, she didn’t ever want it to end.

But the hazy contentment that settled over them once it was done was almost as good as the act itself. She’d never felt closer to anyone in her life. Christian pulled out of her and settled at her side, then kissed her with a new, protective kind of affection that made her feel as though the sun had come out after a stormy day. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back, paying no mind to how sweaty and overheated they both were. There was nothing in the world better than feeling so connected to the man she knew she would move heaven and earth to spend the rest of her life with.

“Are you all right?” Christian managed to squeeze out a few minutes later. “I didn’t hurt you much, did I?”

“You didn’t hurt me at all,” Marie laughed. “You can do that again whenever you’d like.”

Christian laughed, snuggling against her side as though he would settle in for a nap. “With any luck, once we explain to our families what we’ve done, they’ll let us continue on like this forever.”

Marie hummed in approval at the thought, but she couldn’t keep her eyes open. Neither could Christian, apparently. They drifted off into a contented sleep.

Of course, that contentment vanished in a snap when they awoke more than an hour later.