Free Cadence of My Heart by Keira Michelle Telford Page A

the best ways. You’re wonderful.”
    “I want you to spend the whole night in my bed.” Cadence grabs Marlee’s hands, moving them from her rear to her lace covered breasts, trying to tempt her. “Will you? My parents aren’t home.”
    “I wish I could, sweetheart.” Marlee massages Cadence’s chest. “You have no idea how much I want to, but I can’t. Not tonight. Not now.”
    That’s a lie. In all honesty, she very well could spend the whole night in Cadence’s bed, were it not for one small, nagging problem: she needs to come. Her knickers are soaked through—she can feel it. She’s been seeping with desire for most of the day—quite abundantly since lying on the games room sofa with Cadence—and she needs release.
    She also needs Cadence to keep humping her, but that doesn’t happen. Much to her disappointment—although she’d never let on—Cadence doesn’t resume her gyrations. Instead, she rolls off and sprawls on the bed.
    “Can we sleep together every night when we’re on vacation?”
    When Cadence says sleep, she really means sleep, but Marlee’s body surges with uncontrollable arousal nonetheless.
    “Maybe. We’ll have to see how it goes.” She remains outwardly calm.
    This will be the first vacation they’ve ever taken alone.
    Four days, three nights.
    Alone.
    Damn.
     

Chapter Eleven

     
    It takes about three hours to get to Lymington in the Ashlocks’ chauffeur driven car, but they stop off at New Forest National Park in Hampshire on the way. Marlee says she fancies a picnic, but what she really fancies is Cadence. They eat sandwiches, indulge in some truffles that Marlee swiped from the cook’s secret stash before they left Neverleigh, then make the chauffeur wait in the car while they take a slow stroll through the forest, hand in hand.
    Whenever they find themselves in a secluded area—which they do often, entirely by design rather than luck—they lose themselves in kisses. Such tender kisses. Tender, grownup kisses with invading tongues and squeals of delight, followed by declarations of love and attraction.
    This cherished time alone makes it exceedingly difficult for them both to get back in the car and revert to portraying their increasingly complicated relationship as being purely platonic. The façade of propriety is so easily shattered by an inadvertently loving gaze, an affectionate smile, or a wandering eye, followed by snickering and lower lip biting.
    Her heart so full of love and passion, Marlee looks wistfully out of the window, watching the countryside roll by. Cadence’s kisses are so, so perfect. Being intimate with her feels so natural, which is frightening and overwhelming, but extraordinarily exciting.
    All she has to do is wait, she keeps telling herself. Kiss her, hold her, love her, and wait for her, her virginity the reward for their patience. But what about the Ashlocks and the debutante parties? Cadence could be wedded before they’re ever in a position to act on their feelings, and the thought of having to stand by and watch her be married off against her will is becoming progressively more unbearable. She can only imagine what Cadence must be going through.
    Mmm, Cadence.
    It’s not long into the second leg of the drive before she feels a warm hand brush against her knee and settle there. Should she move it away? She doesn’t want to start a fuss over anything in front of the chauffeur. Sharing a restrained smile with Cadence, she opts to leave it there.
    Cadence is growing bold, though. Not a minute later, she begins tugging on Marlee’s skirt, pulling it up inch by inch until she gets the hem up over her knee.
    Can the chauffeur see? Marlee glances up, checking his mirrors, wondering how far his line of sight extends. Probably not to their laps, she surmises. Still, why take any unnecessary risks? She angles her body toward Cadence and pats the space between them, inviting her to sit closer. It’s not unusual for Cadence to be seen cuddling