CHAPTER 19
“Why is it shrinking?”
“You are going to be the death of me, do you realize that?” Ryan scooped up his naked fiancé and tossed her on the bed.
Then he gently started kissing her face as he trapped Lilly underneath his outstretched arms. He had made sure not to place all of his weight upon her.
“This isn’t your first time, is it?” Lilly asked between kisses.
Ryan paused, not quite certain how to answer. He finally went with, “It is the first time that it matters. And for the record, I do wish that I had waited for it to be my first time.”
Lilly’s eyes got all misty, “You are perfect, even with your wicked eyes.”
Ryan laughed, “I am still uncertain why I have to have wicked eyes. But the feeling, dearest, is mutual. That is what I was trying to tell you earlier. I love you, Lilly. Quite to distraction, I am afraid.”
Lilly nodded, a tear escaping and running down the side of her face to her ear, “I love you, too. I kept telling myself that you would come for me. I didn’t know how or why, but somehow I knew that you would.”
Ryan crushed her lips against his own, this kiss possessive and dominating. Lilly melted against him, their bare skin brushing intimately against one another. This was it, the moment that they had been flirting with all season long.
He made love to her mouth, ravaging her from every angle. As he did so, the tips of her breasts brushed the fine hairs on his chest bringing them both to a heightened sense of awareness.
This time when he slid down to pay homage to her breasts, Lilly slipped into a sexual haze. Begging Ryan to suck her nipples a little bit harder and to tug those tips a little bit longer, he wanted to plow into her.
Her cries were coming in harshly, “Please, Ryan, I need more!”
Ryan knew what she needed but wasn’t sure she was ready yet. He felt between her legs and felt her curls. Although they were damp, she was quite tight, obviously a virgin.
He stroked her softly, “Open for me, Lilly.”
Her legs fell open at his request, and he kissed her lips as he gently stroked her core.
Lilly had never in her life felt anything remotely this amazing.
Ryan’s fingers were magical. And they were in a place that no man had ever been before. Every touch of his against her brought more pleasure. Lilly’s hips rose and fell against his hands as he made love to her, his lips still alternating between her breasts.
Ryan’s fingers were slick with her virginal juices, and he wanted to lick them clean but hated to leave her wanting even for a second. She was a live wire in his arms, thrashing back and forth, her eyes wild, trusting him implicitly to keep her safe.
He loved her so damn much.
Her folds were swollen and soaked with need. He knew that she was seconds, if not a moment, away from ecstasy. Something that she had never known before, and something that she would only know with him. That knowledge alone sent a surge of pride and love so strong that his eyes misted.
She was his, and he was hers.
“I need, I need!” Lilly cried out.
Ryan looked into her passion filled eyes, “I love you, Lilly.”
And then he sucked her nipple into his mouth and rubbed her clit in a clockwise motion, and she flew over the edge screaming his name.
It is a shame that Lilly’s voice carries so terribly well.
Some might call it fortuitous that her older brother, The Marquess of Lancaster, Lord Phillip Randall, was able to locate them in the very inn that they had taken shelter in the night before—not Ryan and Lilly, but some called it fortuitous.
Eden thought it was hilarious.
Sophie had to ask her uncle, once again, for a special license, and there was a stern talk about the type of people one associated with one’s self.
Lilly was mortified. She left the inn with her brother, Phillip, and his wife, Eden, in disgrace.
Despite being engaged to Mr. Stanford, Lilly could not look anyone in the eye. To be caught in such an embarrassing situation was beyond anything she could comprehend.
To make matters worse, Phillip was acting like an angel who never had in his life committed any sin. He couldn’t bear the thought of his sister copulating with a man—it was beyond the pale.
Finally, Eden was finished with all of the foolish behavior. She promptly called for her husband’s best friend to come and reinstate some normalcy in their household via the cold hard truth.
When the Baron arrived, Lilly was hiding in her room as she had been for the past four days. Ryan had also been invited, and he had arrived five minutes previously.
Eden didn’t even speak to him beyond the basic civilities. She just motioned for him to follow her up the stairs to the family bedrooms.
Lilly screamed when Eden flung the door open.
Eden turned to Ryan, “We will need Lilly, please bring her down.”
Ryan frowned, “What if she doesn’t want to come?”
Eden smiled, “You are bigger than she is. I trust you can work this out.”
Ryan grinned, he was going to like being a part of this family. He walked over to the bed, “Are you mad at me, Lilly?”
She was hiding, “Go away!”
Eden stood at the door, “You have five minutes, and then we need to start!”
“Lilly, you need to come out of those blankets,” Ryan said, walking over to the bed.
The blankets shook, and Ryan assumed that meant that she wasn’t coming.
So, he grabbed the whole lot and threw it over his shoulder. The countess had said that it would be worth his while, and quite frankly, he had tried everything else.