His Wallflower White by Tammy Andresen

Chapter Fourteen

Millie was drowning in sensation.

She could barely breathe as he touched her…everywhere. Her night rail and dressing gown separated his hand from her skin but still…her body hummed from his touch, her breath shallow as he ran his palm down her back and over her behind.

Mimicking his movements, a surge of satisfaction coursed through her as his breath caught, his heart thrumming against hers.

He brought his hand to the tie of her dressing gown, pulling it apart so the heavy fabric fell open.

When his hand skimmed down her front, again she could feel more of everything. Every brush, every finger.

She moaned as she pressed against him.

“Millie,” he grated out through clenched teeth. “We’ll be married very soon. The next day or two in all likelihood.”

“Good,” she murmured against his lips. She had every intention of repeating this experience very soon.

He smiled against her mouth. “I need to know how much you’d like to do this evening, love.”

“Oh,” she said, blinking as she pulled away. “I hadn’t considered…”

He cupped her cheek, kissing her again. “We can save all of it for after we’re wed. Meaning, I can escort you back to your room right now.”

That sounded dreadful. The thought of attempting to fall asleep, alone, after this, was more than she could bear. “Other options?”

He grinned down at her. “We could do all of it, knowing any…um…consequences, will be nine months from our marriage or…”

“Or?”

He chuckled. “We could save the ‘all’ for our wedding night and do parts.”

“Parts?” she asked, the sensitive flesh between her legs throbbing.

His hand skimmed down her side, tracing the curve of her waist and then sliding between her legs putting pressure in the exact spot where she ached. It felt exquisitely satisfying while somehow also increasing her need.

“Parts,” she gasped. “I vote parts.”

His smile broadened. “Excellent choice.” And then his fingers slid over the same spot making her ache throb all the more. She grasped his shoulders, holding on as her knees turned to mush.

And when she thought her legs would no longer hold her, Patrick lifted her, carrying her across the room and laying her down on the bed.

His body covered hers and the weight of him both heightened her excitement and, at the same time, was a comfort. But after another kiss, he began to slide down her body, his hands and mouth trailing over her stomach. Her night rail still covered her skin, but he kept moving lower until he caught the hem and slid the fabric up over her knees and thighs.

When the gown pooled at her waist, he kissed her bare skin, near where her leg met her body. She shivered with need, excitement and just the tiniest bit of trepidation.

But when his hand grasped behind her, pulling her legs further apart, she forgot to be afraid because his mouth sunk lower…

And when he pressed a kiss to her private parts, a moan ripped from her mouth.

Had she felt any fear? This wasn’t worrisome, it was divine.

Pleasure rocked through her as he kissed her there again and then again. And when his tongue began a delicate rhythm, she clutched at his hair, drawing him closer.

Her body was tightening, her insides clutching with a tension she’d never imagined. And suddenly she exploded, her body spasming.

She heard him growl but she’d gone limp with relief.

Millie blinked as he climbed back up her body, still fully clothed, but she could see the outline of him straining against his breeches.

She pulled at his shirt, removing the folds from his waistband. He stopped, shrugging the fabric up over his head.

“Boots,” she murmured, struggling to sit up. He gently nudged her back down as he pulled his Hessians off.

Then he stood, turning to face her as he reached for the front falls of his breeches, her mouth went dry and, this time, she did lift up onto her elbows.

Because she wanted to see…

What did he look like?

The muscles in his chest rippled as he moved, his broad shoulders flexing. Millie laid back down and reached a palm out to run down the ridges of his chest.

“Are you…” he started. “Are you sure you’re ready to see this?”

That made her laugh. “I’m ready.”

And then she slid her hand lower, touching him the way he’d touched her. Her palm stroking lightly over his swollen flesh.

His eyes closed, squeezing shut as he stilled. She repeated the movement, feeling him shudder.

“Breeches,” she said by way of an order. He obliged, undoing the stays and pulling them down past his hips.

Millie gasped to see him. “It’s much…larger than I imagined.”

That made him chuckle. “Try not to worry about our wedding night. You’re made for this.”

She shook her head. “I’m not worried. I trust you.”

His features tightened, his face growing serious. “Thank you, my love.”

And then he wrapped his own hand around his shaft, pumping the flesh.

For a moment she just watched, transfixed with the movement, the way their pleasure was similar.

Which meant, if his mouth had felt delightful, perhaps hers would, too.

Leaning forward she placed her lips on the tip, giving the velvety flesh a light kiss.

She felt his shudder of pleasure, heard his low guttural moan.

A sense of power trickled down her spine. She could bring him pleasure, too. She kissed his again and then again, sliding her mouth over the flesh.

He responded by nudging further into her mouth and suddenly she understood. And when she sucked him further in, he moaned, holding her face in his hand.

But rather than stop, she kissed him again, bringing him deeper into her mouth each time, until, with a load groan, he shuddered out his own completion.

Millie had never experienced anything like it, when his body collapsed on top of hers, his weight coming down on hers again, she knew she belonged here with him. Always.

* * *

Patrick woketo the first rays of the sun peeking in through the windows.

Millie lay curled into his side, an arm and a leg tossed over him. He kissed the top of her head, tightening his grip on her torso.

Last night had been…he sighed. Beautiful. Just like her.

But he needed to get her back to her room before they were discovered. Despite the impending marriage, he had a feeling her brothers would not appreciate his premature advances. Their opinions mattered, too. He’d like to start their marriage with their respect, not their anger.

With that in mind, he stroked her cheek. “Millie.”

Her brown eyes blinked open, her sleepy gaze fixing on his face. “Patrick.”

“It’s time to return to your room,” he whispered.

She nodded, stretching against him. “All right.”

He rolled from the bed and quickly dressed, helping her into her night clothes. Then they snuck out of the room, making their way quickly to down the backstairs and to her door. She opened the heavy panel and then raised up on tiptoe, pressing her mouth to his. “Last night was…”

He kissed her back. “Wonderful. But we’ll have many more.” He kissed her one more time. “Now in bed with you before anyone knows you’re gone.”

She gave a nod before she slipped inside and then closed the door behind her. He stood in the hall for a minute or more, just staring at the spot where she’d disappeared. How could he miss her so much already?

He slowly turned and made his way back to his room, shaving, bathing and dressing for the day.

When he made his way down for breakfast, he ran directly into Ben.

“Excellent. You’re up, Cranston.”

“I’m up,” he answered.

“I’ve just received word from the Archbishop Canterbury. I’ve the special license in hand and you and Millie can be wed this morning.”

He stopped. “This morning?” He knew a funny grin was pulling at his lips. Married to Millie? Today?

Ben responded by slapping his arm. “I’m glad to see that reaction.”

“Has anyone told Millie?”

“Chloe is headed up to her room now. We’ll need to be ready in a few hours. But that means we could leave for the north as soon as tomorrow.”

Patrick nodded. “I’m glad.”

Ben rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry you won’t be able to start at your new business right away, but I can assure you, I’ve got a good manager in place for now. And when this is all done, I’ve got a decent home on the property.”

“Decent?” Patrick asked.

Ben chuckled. “Six bedrooms.”

Patrick’s brows raised. He’d have a home to take Millie to?

“Will Millie like it?”

Ben’s smile widened. “I think she will. I designed it to be as close to Cliffside as I could afford.” Then the duke’s smile slipped. “I’m glad you’re marrying my sister and taking over my business.”

“But?” Patrick asked then.

Ben shook his head. “Would I offend you to say that I’d hoped for more down on the business and property?”

Patrick winced. He wasn’t offended in the least. He knew what the dukedom faced. And much as he wanted to provide for Millie, he knew the answer to this problem without question. Millie’s ring. It hurt his pride a bit. He could admit to that.

But he also knew what Millie wanted and that was to be a man’s partner. “I may have a solution, but we’re going to need Millie.”

Ben raised his brows. “Let’s get her then, shall we?”