Free The Temporary Mrs. King by Maureen Child Page B

deal with the ramifications.
    Standing with her in the moonlight wasn’t helping the situation any, either.
    She took a breath, blew it out and said, “Sean, about that kiss…”
    Yeah, it was pretty much uppermost in his mind at themoment, too. Well, that and the incredible hard-on it had caused. Damn, he hadn’t reacted that fast to any other woman before. Just the feel of her body meshed to his had set him off and so far, the ache in his groin didn’t show any signs of leaving.
    Which meant that the next two sex-less months were going to be even harder than he had anticipated. He gritted his teeth at the thought, but couldn’t bring himself to regret that kiss. If anything, he wanted more.
    â€œIt was a good one,” he admitted, turning his back on the view so that he could study the woman he had married.
    Moonlight caressed her skin and made the strapless white dress she wore almost glow with an otherworldly light. She was, in a word, breathtaking. He could hardly tear his eyes off of her.
    The filmy material of her gown highlighted an amazing figure. Everything about her made him want to grab hold, pull her close and kiss her until neither one of them could draw a breath. And Sean had never really been known for his restraint.
    It was taking everything in him not to touch her again. To feel that electrical charge of something amazing when their skin met. He wanted to slide his hands over her body until she was moaning and sighing in pleasure. His groin ached like a bad tooth and everything in him felt coiled and more than eager. If he had his way, he’d be taking his new bride upstairs to her suite, where they’d be living together for the duration.
    He’d lay her down on the closest flat surface he could find, then he’d hitch the skirts of her dress up and stare down into her eyes as he pushed himself inside her. He’d feel her long legs wrap around his hips, pulling him higher, deeper. He’d watch her eyes glaze and listen toher panting breath and groaning sighs. He’d feel her slick heat surrounding him as he emptied himself inside her and then before the last of their climaxes had stopped rippling through them, he’d do it all over again.
    â€œWe can’t do that again,” she said, effectively snapping him right out of his private fantasies.
    Scowling, he shifted position, trying to ease the pressure in his slacks a little. No good. Shaking his head, he tried to lighten the mood, softening the images still racing through his mind.
    â€œSure we can,” Sean countered, moving a little closer to her. “Kissing’s not sex.”
    â€œIt is the way you do it,” she murmured.
    He grinned even as his body tightened further. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
    â€œThat wasn’t a compliment.”
    â€œCould’ve fooled me,” Sean said and stepped in front of her, putting her back against the railing. Her gaze darted to one side as if she didn’t quite trust herself to look into his eyes. And Sean didn’t want her uneasy. He wanted her soft and pliant and enthusiastic—as she had been during that amazing kiss.
    His voice soft, his words careful, he said, “It was just a kiss, Melinda. It won’t go anywhere else unless you want it to.”
    â€œI don’t,” she said immediately, turning her eyes back to his. “I can’t.”
    â€œThen we won’t go any further. But a kiss, Melinda, that’s a safe zone. Just because we won’t do anything else doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves a little.”
    She chewed at her bottom lip, indecision rife on her face.
    â€œMaybe it wasn’t as good as we think it was,” he said, lifting one hand to trace the tips of his fingers along herjawline. “Maybe we were both just taken by surprise and read too much into it. Maybe we should test that theory.”
    â€œI don’t think…”
    â€œGood