Free Seductive Lies (Secret Lives Series) by Colleen Connally Page A

Compelling desire obscured reason. God in Heaven, he wanted more. He wanted her.
    This moment was inevitable. Being alone with her, he had no control of this need. She sent him over the edge of control, driving him mad with want. He had to have her, to know her… to bury himself inside her.
    His hand slid down her gown. H e heard her breath—rapid, excited—when his hand moved upward and cupped her breast. Blood pulsed through him. She gazed up at him and wrapped her arms around him.
    Kissing her deeply, he pushed the edge of the gown down and exposed her breast to his view. His lips trailed to the base of her neck until his mouth found the tip of her breast and suckled.
    “Oh, Arthur.” His name escaped her lips along with gasps of delight.
    She made him crazed. He ached for her, but he would not rush. He wanted this to be special for her.
    “A moment only,” he murmured. He untied his belt. Then he reached down and took the hem of her gown. Pulling the silk over her head, she stood completely uncovered.
    He couldn’t take his eyes from her. She was lovely, exquisitely so. Her breasts were high and firm; her legs, hips, her mound illuminated in the firelight. His arousal hardened, sending him over the edge of restraint.
    Dropping his robe to the floor, he guided her back to the b ed and laid her down. Immediately he covered her with his body. She was perceptibly nervous. Her trembling body betrayed her.
    “I love you,” he said, kissing her lips. “I want you to know that. I never stopped loving you.”
     
    He captivated her. She was spellbound. He had made certain of that fact. She hungered for his touch. She tried to form words that told him of her desire, but she found herself incapable of speech, for his hands were doing wicked things.
    He slid one of his hands down, squeezing her bottom. His fingers parted her legs and eased them apart. Harriet moaned as his fingers stroke d her most special place, igniting a cascade of pleasurable shocks.
    Her body throbbed with an unknown want. He kissed her, lured her with his touch into a madness , devastating her to the point where she cried for him to end this sweet torture. Never had she felt so alive. She wanted him… hungered for him to the point where passion owned her.
    Taut and hard, he raised himself over her and pressed into her. Suddenly, he seemed a man possessed. His own desire overwhelmed his control. He pushed forward through the resistance. She cried out. Only then did he slow … until her face eased as the discomfort passed.
    Then he took her hard, thrusting into her, filling her and sensations exploded. She shuddered as waves of pleasure swept through her. Now she was his, totally and completely. He collapsed on her. Never had she been happier.
    In a low, husky voice, he whispered, “My God, woman, I am never letting you go. If I know nothing else in this world, I am not complete without you.”
    He kissed her. She laid her head on his chest, content.
    * * * *
    In the dark of night, Harriet lay quietly with Arthur’s arms wrapped around her. Tomorrow they would arrive at her new home. The journey had been slow, but Arthur hadn’t seemed to be in any hurry. The last few days, they seemed to have spent more time in bed than the carriage.
    Arthur , in his manner, dismissed her fears of this behavior.
    “We aren’t married yet, Arthur,” Harriet protested. “What will people say? They will think I’m fast.”
    “Never.” He soothed her fears. “I’m not using my title traveling. Neither have I given your true name. Quite discreet, I assure you.”
    “Someone could easily recognize you, Arthur. I don’t want to disgrace you.”
    “Never. You can’t fault me for wanting you all to myself for the time being,” he said. “We will have time enough to sort out all the wretched details.”
    “I still can’t fathom the lengths that were taken. Why? They hated me so much…”
    “Not you, my love. Not you. Your parents and the scandal that