Free Awakening Amelia by Kate Pearce Page B

picked her up. She clung to his shoulders as he mounted the stairs and eased her bedroom door open. After laying her carefully on the bed, he locked the door and built up the fire.
    Amelia remained where he’d placed her, watching him move around her bedchamber, and then he finally come to kneel on the bed beside her. Holding his gaze, she pulled her nightgown over her head, leaving herself naked. His breath stuttered in his throat, and he leaned over her, his gaze everywhere. She hid nothing, enjoying his avid stare and the now obvious bulge in his breeches.
    “Beautiful…” He breathed the word like a prayer. Dipping his head, he dropped a kiss on her breast and swirled his tongue over her nipple. She liked being naked when he was clothed, liked the contrast between the softness of her skin and the roughness of his wool coat and buckskin breeches.
    She went to sit up, but he gently pushed her down again.
    “Stay.” He smiled and brought her wrists over her head as he knelt between her thighs. Shrugging out of his coat and waistcoat, he unpinned his cravat and tossed it to the floor. “If you touch me now, I’ll come.”
    “So quickly?” she teased.
    His mouth quirked up at the corner. “I haven’t done this for a long time. In fact, I don’t remember the last time. It might’ve been years. I might even be a virgin.”
    “Somehow I doubt that.”
    “So do I.” His gaze dropped to his tented breeches. “My cock seems to know what it’s doing.”
    “And what it wants.”
    He kissed her slowly, and she wiggled against him until he trailed kisses down her throat and took her nipple in his mouth. While he feasted on her, his other hand wandered still lower, coming to rest between her legs and sliding easily over her slick folds.
    “You’re wet for me,” he murmured.
    “I believe it makes it easier to take all your hardness inside me.”
    He groaned against her breast. “You are not helping my ability to be restrained.”
    “I’m not trying to. I want you.” He raised his head to look at her, his blue eyes narrowed with lust. “I want you to take me like this, as if you couldn’t bear to wait to get out of the rest of your clothing.”
    He went still, his gaze fixed on her, his throat working. “Hard?”
    “Yes please.”
    He knelt up and ripped open his breeches, shoved his underclothes and shirt to one side and came down over her and…
    “Oh God.” She moaned as he pushed inside her. “Yes, just like that. Please.”
    Marcus set his teeth and tried to ease himself inside Amelia, aware of every inch gained as she tightened around him. When he was only half way in, she came, making him shake with the need to just take her as she had asked him to. Her heels thumped into his arse, pushing him deeper until he had to move, had to thrust in and out of her as hard and deep as he could go, because nothing mattered except this joining, this need, and this sense that he had finally come home.
    She climaxed again, and he followed her over, frantically trying to remember how to breathe, kiss and fuck at the same time. Only at the last second did he remember to pull out, and he hated doing it, had probably left it too late…
    “I’m sorry,” he gasped and came up on his elbow to look down at her. “I didn’t mean to stay in you, I…”
    She reached up and placed her fingertip against his lips. “I’ve never conceived a child. I don’t know if I can.”
    He tried to speak, but she kept going. “I’m due to bleed any day now.”
    Her matter-of-fact attitude and knowledge about her body spoke of her years traveling with the military. He’d been told that the women following the army knew how to stop a child being conceived in the middle of a battlefield, and it was true that there had rarely been any babies in the baggage train.
    He rolled onto his back, and she followed him, her head under his chin and her hand over his heart. His eyes threatened to close…
    “You still have your boots on,”