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her and didn’t want to marry her? After all, she was only a poor maid, with no
title or dowry to bring to a marriage.
    He sighed. “Is it truly all that important to you?
Can’t I do so afterwards?”
    “Afterwards…what?”
    “Court you, after we make love.”
    She saw the expression on his face of utter sincerity
and made up her mind to trust him. God would surely damn him and her brothers
would kill him if he wasn’t sincere and married her before her family and God.
    Bracing herself against the wall beside the bed, she
closed her eyes and bit her lower lip.“Yes,” she finally whispered.
Keeping her eyes tightly shut she gasped when she felt his soft lips brush
hers. Her heart raced when she felt him slip an arm around her waist, dragging
her up against him. The male scent of him, a combination of leather, tobacco,
and whiskey, made her dizzy
    “Open your eyes so you can see the love in mine,” he
demanded.
    She obeyed and tears filled her eyes as she stared
into his melting blue ones. Soon her spectacles were smudged from her tears and
he smiled and eased them from her nose, setting them on the nearby bureau. He
returned to her, lifted her in his arms, walked around the bed, and settled
into a large chaise chair situated near the hearth. Holding her sideways, his
arms around her, he settled his chin on the top of her pale hair and sighed.
    Carrie couldn’t recall when she’d ever felt so
safe…and dare she say it…so loved.
    Max set her forward a bit, leaned down, and nuzzled
the side of her neck, then the pulse behind her ear and she gasped. Then she
groaned at the shivery sensations in her spine when he nipped at her shoulder,
through her blouse.
    His fingers slid down her back and cool air swept
across her back and shoulders. Carrie was stunned that he’d managed to unbutton
her blouse so quickly as he eased her out of her bodice, slid her arms out of
the sleeves, and tossed the garment to the floor. Seconds later, he removed her
camisole, and then her corset with practiced ease.
    He took her shoulders and turned her a bit so she
faced him. His gaze slowly and appreciatively took in her face, neck,
shoulders, and her breasts, where they lingered the longest. Carrie
instinctively raised her hands to cover her breasts but he held her wrists at
her sides and shook his head.
    “You are incredible, Carrie. The most beautiful woman
I’ve ever seen.”
    She gulped. “Are you saying you’ve seen many
women…unclothed,” she said, sounding prim and proper, which was ridiculous, she
decided.
    Frowning, he said, “Yes, I have, too many. But I was
searching for…well…it’s not important any longer.”
    “Should we—move to the bed?” she said daringly.
    He turned her around so her back was to him. Lifting
each of her limbs, he placed one over each of his thighs. Carrie sat rigidly,
staring wide-eyed at the fire, wondering what he planned.
    “Lean back, against me, and lay your head upon my
shoulder.”
    That sounded lovely, safe, and she felt so tired it
took no convincing whatsoever as she sank against him with her head on his
shoulder. Closing her eyes, sleepiness unlike any she’d ever felt settled over
her body as the warmth from the fire licked across her torso. A slight brushing
sensation across her breasts prompted her to open her eyes and looking down she
found his big hands on her, his fingers caressing her nipples.
    She groaned as he plucked her nipples simultaneously
and a low ache settled between her legs. She tried lifting one leg from his
knee, intent upon rubbing her thighs together to give herself release from the
dull, low ache but his hands moved down to her thighs and held them in
position.
    “Don’t move, don’t shift your legs. Just stay as still
for as long as you can.”
    She went rigid and started to turn to him but he
placed his hands on her head, on either side, and said, “I won’t harm you. I
only want to give you pleasure. I want to love you, and you will allow