He let out a whistle, realizing that this woman was about to make up for all the years he’d gone without it. “You mean you actually want to—”
She pushed away from the desk, turning toward him. She let out an awkward laugh and fidgeted with her hands as if realizing she was nervous.
Grabbing her hard by the waist, he spun her around back toward the desk and jerked up her skirts. “I intend to take this seriously. Very seriously.” His hands plunged beneath the cascading fabric and slid up the bare sides of her smooth thighs. He draped away the fabric, exposing her entire backside to him and ground his hard length against her bum.
He leaned in from behind and in between tongue strokes against the smooth curve of her extended throat, said, “You may want to hold on to something, love.”
She drew in a notable breath and bent forward, setting her hands back upon the desk.
He nudged her legs apart and trailed the tips of his fingers from her outer thighs to her bum and then in between her thighs, eliciting a gasp from her. He rubbed and rubbed her, making her ride his hand. Soft pants escaped her as he rubbed and flicked at her faster. She rode his hand, pushing her backside against him with choked moans. He leaned into her and kept intently fingering her until she quaked within his arms.
He couldn’t believe he was actually touching her like this. He couldn’t believe he was about to consummate every last emotion he’d ever felt for her.
He shifted his tight jaw, slipping his arm around her waist and used his other hand to position himself. She pushed back against him, her wet softness digging into the tip of his erection. His breath quickened. He savagely grabbed hold of her waist and plunged deep into her wetness.
A gasp escaped them both.
He slowly slid in and out of her, letting her adjust to his length. He pressed, then retreated. Pressed, then retreated. Hissing out breaths, he stroked faster and faster in and out of that slick passage until he was so damn hard, he thought he’d burst from the next stroke.
She threw back her head, rocking forward and backward against him. He held her firmly in place, and ground deeper, making her gasp when he hit the resistance of her womb. Gritting his teeth against the pleasure rippling through him, his mind blanked. He just pounded.
He heard her cry out his name.
He felt her shuddering.
It made him want her all the more.
Thrusting one last time, he gave in to a climax, his seed spurting into her with the buck of his hips. He groaned in anguished disbelief, trying to hold himself up. Eventually, he collapsed against her as the last of his pleasure subsided.
Magdalene.
With his chest still heaving, he nuzzled against her, brushing away her long hair and murmured, “You amaze me.”
She was quiet for a moment, her cheek still resting against the desk in what appeared to be dazed exhaustion. “And you amaze me,” she murmured back in a dreamy tone.
They remained there half draped on the desk for some time. He didn’t want to pull out. He wanted this to last indefinitely.
She eventually shifted against him, forcing him to give up his claim. “Thornton?”
“Hmm?”
“I want a wedding.”
He lifted his head from her shoulder and bit back a laugh. “Did you doubt there would be one? I’m not letting you out of this. I have three girls and a reputation to uphold.”
She reached up and poked him with a finger. “No. I just…I want this to be special. For all of us. And for Charles, too. We can dress up the girls in lace and satin and make it bigger than people usually do. We deserve it.”
“Bigger. I see. And I imagine you will want flowers?”
“Lots of flowers. Naturally.”
“And music?”
“Music to melt the soul.”
“And monkeys?”
She paused. “Monkeys?”