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  "That was not my intent." Truly it hadn't been. He wasn't that noble. Gibson had been ready to mate her that day, but she was a lady and he would not force himself on her, despite her words to the contrary. Some part of him, he realized now, must have known that she wasn't ready and had given her a way out, even though his head had made the offer under the guise of respectability.

  She shifted so that she could trace his supple lips with her soft fingertips. "Perhaps not, but the result was the same." In the lamplight, her blue of her eyes deepened, and he could sense the desire flowing freely through her veins. Were she to offer herself again, he knew he could not resist her, not after what had happened in the park. "So now, Gibson, I will give you the same choice you gave me. I will not hide my desires or lie to you. I want you. More than just for tonight, but I will leave that for another time. For the moment, there is only this. Just us."

  He slid his hand up Amy's arm to stroke her cheek. "Even after all that you know of me? Even after the spectacle I created tonight at the musicale?" He was on the verge of being a pariah and yet she still wanted him? It made no sense, but he was beyond caring. Especially when she stood there, her breathing labored, the rise and fall of her breasts tempting him more than any man should be made to tolerate.

  "Even after all of that." She smiled once more, but this time there was a sadness to her expression that he didn't care for. "But I will not push. If you want me, I am yours. All of me. If not, I will leave and not ask anything more of you. Tonight will be the last time. I do not like it and I might not care for your answer, but I will respect your wishes. The choice, Gibson, is yours."

  Were he a stronger man or perhaps even a better man, Gibson would have resisted her. He would have bundled her into his carriage or a hired hack and taken her home. But he was not strong. Not tonight anyway. Here in the darkness of his home, he was simply a man who had been denied everything he'd ever desired for his entire adult life. He would be a fool if he did not accept Amy's offer, for he believed her when she said that tonight would be the end of things if that was what he wanted.

  "I am a fool," he whispered as he began to walk her backwards to his bedroom, his hands lightly caressing her shoulders, "but for tonight, I am your fool, my love. I cannot resist you any longer."

  With skillful fingers he began to undo the laces on her gown as they moved, her dress starting to gape open at the front. The usually maddening ties were loose to begin with, indicating that she'd not had a maid's help getting into the frock. It didn't matter. It would be off her soon enough. Then he would have her naked in his bed, which was precisely where he wanted her. Where he had always wanted her.

  A little voice in the back of his mind whispered for Gibson to stop, that this wasn't right, but he blocked it out. He was tired of being denied everything that he had ever desired. The pieces of his old life that were gone he could never get back. But Amy? He could have her, just this once, and he would be satisfied.

  By the time they reached his bedroom, her gown was nothing more than a pool of crumpled silk on the floor. She stood before him in her corset and chemise, all lush curves and creamy skin, just as she had been that day in the summerhouse.

  To his mind, she was even more beautiful than she had been that day. Perhaps because this time, he knew her heart. And she knew his.

  Pulling her to him, he stroked her neck, following the delicate lines with the tips of his fingers. What he was about to say next, however, was not nearly so delicate. "Once we start this, love, I do not know if I will be able to stop. I have wanted to fuck you for so long that I cannot remember a time when I did not." His voice was full of warning, but he showered her face with light kisses to blunt the sting of his words. They were crude, but she needed to hear them. She needed to understand just how much he desired her and always had. She needed to know that he was a man who desired the woman he loved.

  "Then don't." She turned, offering him her back so that he could undo her corset. Perhaps she had help dressing after all. Or, more likely, she had never undressed after the musicale. "More than anything, I want to be yours, Gibson. Do not deny me that again. Please."

  He made quick work of both the corset and the thin chemise, which did little to hide her modesty. When he turned her back around to face him, he could not help but send a prayer of thanks heavenward. If he died tomorrow, he would be happy.

  "You are exquisite," he breathed, his gaze roaming her body as he traced the line of her collarbone. "Better than I remembered." Then he palmed one of her breasts, testing its weight in his hand, and she hissed out a breath.

  "And you have too many clothes on, my dear doctor," Amy countered saucily, finally shedding the last of her paragon image so that Gibson could once again see the real woman beneath the mask. The woman who loved him unconditionally.

  As if finally accepting that they were truly going to do this, Gibson smiled, the first real one she had seen from him all season. His eyes were lit with passion, and he licked his lips as he gazed at her, almost as if she were a sweetmeat that he could not stop craving. That thought made her shiver.

  "Then I think we need to remedy that." There was so much need in his words that it nearly broke her.

  "Allow me." Before he could stop her, Amy fell to her knees in front of him and began undoing the buttons on the placket of his breeches. He still wore his evening clothes and they clung to him like a second skin, much to her delight.

  He was far more muscular than she remembered, but she didn't mind. She would take him old, fat, and bald if she had to. As long as he was hers, even for a night, that was all that mattered. When she moved to strip the fabric from his body, however, he backed up a bit so that he could first remove his stockings.

  "Proceed as you like," he said with a grin when he came back to her, and she wasted no time in tugging the fabric down over his muscular thighs to reveal his throbbing erection. He had not worn smalls that evening, much to her delight and she was able to take him in hand easily.

  Feeling daring, Amy took Gibson's thick cock into her mouth and suckled him, teasing and stroking his base with her fingers. She was still unskilled - though she was improving - but that didn't seem to matter to him. As she licked and sucked his length, he made growling noises of desire that sent shivers skittering down her spine. It didn't take long before he stiffened, his hips thrusting once, but before he could release his seed, he pulled back, much to her disappointment.

  "I want you, Gibson." Amy knew she was behaving like a complete wanton but she didn't care. They had only this one night together, and she wanted it all, every last experience. All that he could teach her. Even though they had played at lovemaking in the park, tonight, it felt different somehow. Darker. More sensual. More loving. More real.

  "And you will have me," he assured her as he pulled her to her feet. "But you are not some doxy that I am going to tumble for a night of quick bed sport. You are Lady Amy, the most exquisite creature I have ever known. And to me, you mean everything. So much more than I can even express." Then he kissed her deeply, his lips hungry and hard on hers, and she surrendered immediately. Her hands snaked around his neck as she parted her lips for him, inviting him inside, teasing his tongue with her own. He took full advantage, sweeping his own tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers, thrusting and withdrawing, mimicking what he wanted to do to her body, visions of his cock plunging into her welcoming warmth teasing his mind.

  Gibson had never felt so alive in his entire life, nor had he ever felt this kind of all-consuming passion. Amy was in his arms and it was as if all of his dreams were coming true in one instant. It would not last. It never did. However, he would not think of that now. He would concentrate only on her and the fire she ignited and fed deep inside of him.

  With each kiss, his hands continued to explore the soft flesh of her lush, curvy body. When she made to push his shirt off of his shoulders, he helped her, sending the garment to the floor with all of the others. He wanted to feel her soft hands on his warm s
kin almost as much as he longed to caress her to new heights of pleasure. She was sweetness and light, and he sampled every inch of her that he could reach.

  He lavished attention on her breasts, cupping and caressing each of them in turn, until she cried out as the first stirrings of release began to wash over her. As he took one nipple between his teeth and tugged lightly, his hands teased her other, caressing the plump flesh and stroking her to heated madness. With his mouth, he kissed a path across her collarbone and over the hollow of her throat to the tops of her breasts.

  He licked and laved at her lush mounds, sucking hard on her nipples until she was quaking in his arms, her fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back. With each caress, he ground his hips into hers so that she could feel the hard length of him, his cock pushing insistently against her stomach, begging for entrance into her slick heat.

  When she was whimpering with need, he stroked his hands lower, over her still-flat stomach and then lower still until they reached her feminine mound. Testing her readiness, he dipped one finger inside of her heat, and he felt her body contract around him, indicating that she was close. A small part of him yearned to see her round with his child, but he quickly pushed the thought away. Tonight was about pleasure. It was not about forever.

  Gibson had touched her between her legs before, but not like this. Not as two people who were truly lovers sharing all of themselves. At the first hard stroke of his fingers over her sensitive nub, Amy let out a keening cry and came apart in his embrace. He held her close until she had recovered enough to rise up on her elbows.

  "Is that all there is, my dear doctor?" she teased saucily, though the expression on her face said that she had already been well satisfied. "I have heard so very many stories about the depravity of the act. Yet that seemed like much ado about nothing."

  "Wench," he growled, doing his best not to simply pin her to the bed and plunge inside of her. His cock was literally aching, and he did not know how much longer he could hold himself back. There was only so much of a gentleman left inside of him. "There is more awaiting you, and you well know it. I was merely trying to be gentle."

  She gazed up at him with those lovely blue eyes, so full of longing and another emotion that he did not dare guess at. "Do not be gentle, Gibbs. I want you. All of you. Do not feel as if you have to hold back with me."

  After that, he did not hold back, not at all, exploring the secrets of her womanhood, dipping his fingers inside of her sweetness repeatedly, teasing her until once more, she was panting with need, her body tightening in anticipation of the desire still to come.

  Seeing her pleasure made his heart swell with what could only be love. This was right. She had been right, or right for him anyway. More than that, he loved her - truly and deeply. Forever, even if she was not by his side. And whatever happened tomorrow, they would have this one perfect night. No one, not society or the crown or her family or anyone else could take it away from them.

  In turn, Amy explored Gibson's body like the innocent that she was. She glided her fingers over the dips and curves of his muscles, relishing the feel of his crisp hair beneath her fingertips. It was so different than the hair on his head, which she took great pleasure in brushing back from his forehead every time he moved over her to shower her body in more kisses.

  She slid her palms over his thighs with gentle caresses on her way to exploring his cock once more. Velvety soft, yet so hard at the same time, it was truly her favorite part of his body. If that made her a wanton, so be it. She did not care. She loved to touch him, loved the way his face broke into a small smile and he drew in a sharp breath with each caress and press of her lips to the engorged tip.

  Gibson brought Amy to the peak of pleasure twice more while she lay beside him, allowing him liberties he never imagined would be his. He used his fingers and his tongue, the same way he had in the park, to tease sighs of delight from her, pressing her higher and higher each time, ensuring that for her, this was nothing but perfection.

  Amy had no idea how much time had passed, only that sooner than she realized, she was panting, her heart racing, and a deep, throbbing ache growing quickly between her legs. Her breasts ached and her hips undulated of their own volition. She was restless and needy. She wanted to make love with Gibson. Now. No more waiting.

  This was the moment. She knew it in her heart. It was not magic and fairy dust, some romantic notion that was spun sugar sweet, as she had believed when she was a child. Love was raw and passionate and hungry. And it was all the more precious to her because she was sharing it with the man she loved.

  Thomas Overton might have pierced her barrier, technically robbing her of her innocence, but he had not made love to her. No man ever had. That honor belonged to Gibson and him alone. It always would.

  "Gibson," Amy moaned as he nibbled on her throat, his tongue tracing maddening circles on her flesh. "I need you. Please."

  He rose up on his forearms and looked down at her, his eyes heavy with desire. She could feel his cock throbbing against her thigh. "Are you certain, my love? It will be difficult, but I will stop now if you like."

  "No." She looked up at him, her eyes wide, her hands gripping his forearms tightly as her nails dug into his flesh. "I want you. Only you and no other." Then she arched her hips up to brush against his still-throbbing cock, and she felt the wetness there. He was ready, too. Probably beyond ready, if the stories she had heard for years were true. "Please. Do not make me beg. I love you, Gibson. Do not deny me this."

  At her words, his heart broke, full of emotion as it was. He should say those words back to her, but he could not. It would be cruel to show her all of this, to allow her to hear the truth of what was in his heart, only to remind her in the next breath that this was only for one night. That they could never truly have what she longed for. What they both longed for.

  Instead, he settled himself between her legs, pressing the tip of his erection against her entrance. "I will try not to hurt you, Amy. You mean everything to me. So much more than you will ever know." Then he eased himself inside of her slowly.

  He was big. Far bigger than Amy had anticipated. She wasn't certain that her body could accommodate his, but she didn't want him to stop either. Instead, she simply spread her legs farther, the way she had heard whispered about in the ladies' retiring rooms and tried to relax.

  She was tight. So damn tight. Gibson knew he was large, larger than most men, really, but he hadn't anticipated just how large until he slid into Amy's body. She was also a virgin, in name if not in truth. The women he had lain with before, scant few as they were? They weren't. He would cause Amy pain. There was no help for it. So the next time she flexed her hips beneath his, he captured her mouth in a searing kiss and slid all the way inside of her, seating himself as deeply as he could.

  Then he stopped and held himself still, reveling in the feeling of finally being inside of the woman he loved. This was right, and his heart filled with the knowledge that he would forever be her first lover. No matter what man she eventually married, no other could claim this privilege.

  Amy screamed as she felt Gibson slide inside of her, but he swallowed her cries with his kisses. There was no maidenhead to tear, but in truth, she had never had a man's cock fully inside of her. And it hurt - far more than she had imagined it would. Gibson held himself as still as possible, allowing her to adjust to his body before he pulled back.

  "Are you well, my love?" he asked, fear and concern shining in his eyes. Though he had not said that he loved her, the truth was plainly visible, at least to Amy.

  "I think so." She wiggled her hips a bit, as the pain began to ease, which elicited a groan from Gibson. "It isn't..." How did she tell him this wasn't what she had thought sex might be like. She had heard stories of the glory of sex, of how perfect it was, how magical and wonderful it felt, especially when the act was performed with the man a woman loved. Perhaps there was something wrong with her after all, for she did not feel any of those things. It just
felt uncomfortable.

  Then Gibson flexed his hips, and Amy's eyes flew open wide with surprise. Not to mention a little bit of delight. "Oh!" He moved again, this time sliding his cock out of her slick sheath before pushing back in again, slower this time. So slow that she could feel every heated inch of him. "Oh, my. That is...nice." There had to be a better word for what she was feeling, but at the moment, she could not think of one that even came close.

  "Nice?" he growled as he thrust again, harder this time, pushing himself in deeper, eliciting a moan from Amy. "I will give you nice, my love. And so much more." Then he broke into a smile and began to work himself up to a steady, pounding rhythm.

  With each stroke, Amy began to move far beyond "nice" and into "exquisite" territory. As he took her, he kissed her lips, her nose, her chin, any place he could reach. The more she relaxed, the better Gibson felt inside of her until she was moving with him, her hips bucking and shimmying beneath his, her fingers digging into his back as she sought more. More of everything but especially more of Gibson. And he needed to know it.

  She confessed her love for him again as he rode her hard, his body pressing hers back into the bed, confessing his love for her in the only way he felt that he could. And with each thrust, he took her to a place where their bodies and spirits joined. That was love, real and true, and she repeated those words like a chant, over and over, praying that he would finally let go and believe. She wanted him to know that he was worthy.

  She was a hellion in bed. God, he loved her. Those two things were all Gibson could think of as he took her delectable body over and over again, pushing her closer to the edge of release. Still, it was not enough. She needed more. She wasn't there yet and he was so very close.

  He reached down between them and found the pearl of her pleasure. He stroked her, slowly at first and then quicker, but not too hard so that it hurt or made her uncomfortable. Just the right amount of pressure to send her spiraling into the ultimate pleasure.