Heirly Ever After, Vernon, Magan [best thriller novels to read .txt] 📗

come home with good news. News I wasn’t sure I could deliver.

“It’s weird seeing your protectors helpless.”

I nodded, rolling my thumb over the back of her palm. “It’s why I bake. It’s the only solace I can find. When the world spins too fast around me, I can get lost in something else. I don’t have to think about his ailments or what my parents are doing. Just me and the dough.”

“Sounds like me with art,” she mused softly.

“Should have stayed around to work on the fondant fancies with me.”

Her cheeks flushed. “I don’t know if I could have done that after the dish room.”

Hell, I could barely get back to work after that, either. So I understood.

“Well, some other time, then,” I said, nodding as if it were that easy. But I was sure deep down we both realized that this could be the last week we ever saw each other.

That we should both stay away.

Yet as my thumb moved up to her wrist, I found my hand itching for more of her. To not only feel her, but to talk to her. To keep her close and stop pushing away.

“Yeah, maybe some other time.”

We sat there in silence. Not a sound between us but the heavy beating of my heart.

This wasn’t only about breaking the girl’s heart anymore. She had an entire family riding on all of this. It explained why she was so attached to her sister and why she wanted this to go smoothly.

Shite, this was even bloody more complicated than before.

“I guess I should probably return this dress to Cecily,” she said but didn’t stand, her breathing shallow.

“So that’s why you two were so chummy at dinner? Sharing clothes and secrets now?” I said, smiling to try and break the tension, even though my damn cock wasn’t getting the memo as my eyes roamed over the curve of her breasts in that tight dress.

“I didn’t tell her anything bad about you and she didn’t ask, if that’s what you’re wondering,” she blurted, turning her head away. Probably so I wouldn’t see embarrassment on her face.

But I didn’t want her to fear me. To hide anything.

And she wasn’t.

I was the one keeping things from her.

“That’s not what I was asking,” I murmured, leaning forward as I put my hand to her cheek, slowly turning her to face me.

Those hazel eyes met mine, her lips parted slightly. That one look said everything I was feeling.

That there was something here.

That we both knew what was at stake.

Yet I couldn’t hold it back anymore.

My mouth crushed to hers, a guttural moan escaping her throat. She tasted sweet, like sweet red wine, her hair brushing my cheeks as my senses overloaded with the smell of her perfume and feel of her warm skin to mine.

Deepening our kiss, I put my free hand to her hip, the soft fabric of the dress gliding through my fingers as her skin warmed beneath.

She moved as close as we could while sitting next to each other. But that wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to get lost in her. I’d find a way to fix everything later, but for now I needed this. Needed her.

Gripping onto one of her legs, she gasped as I shifted her body to my lap, her legs straddling my hips. My cock strained at my trousers as she pressed her heat against me. Nothing between us but my pants and her panties, the dress pushed aside.

Moving my other hand to her waist, I grasped her hips, moving her body against mine as our tongues danced together.

She moaned into my mouth, her tongue flicking against my lips as she rubbed her core against my aching cock.

Shite, I should have stopped it. I needed to stop this.

“I want you so bad right now,” she whispered into my lips.

I didn’t have a condom or any protection. Though it would probably be the ultimate screw-you to the Webleys if I impregnated the sister of the bride on the library desk.

“Not here, Madison,” I whispered, nipping at her bottom lip.

She stopped, her entire body going rigid in my lap. “Yeah…um…you’re probably right.”

It was as if a bucket of cold water had doused the situation as she slid off my lap and then pulled away, giving me a fantastic view of the open back of her dress and the small dimples right above her arse.

There went my cock back to life and questioning my reasoning for stopping her.

“I’ll see you back in the room, whenever you come in. I’ll probably be in bed, though. Um, first going to return this to Cecily,” she said quickly, already straightening the dress and walking toward the door.

“Madison, wait,” I called, putting my hand out since I was unable to stand up at the moment unless I wanted to give her a view of the large tent in my trousers.

She shook her head, only looking slightly over her shoulders. “Don’t. Okay? Let’s just call it a night.”

With that, she turned back and headed out the door before I could utter another word.

I couldn’t even think about getting back to my research at that moment.

All I could think about was her taste still on my lips.

Her words ringing in my ears.

Now things just got a whole lot bloody more difficult that I knew what was at stake for her if the MacWebleys did have a real claim to this manor.

Fucking hell was I in trouble.

Chapter Eleven

Madison

What in the hell was I doing?

I had no business grinding on some Scottish royal guy in the middle of a library. The library of a large manor that my sister was set to own because she was marrying said lord’s cousin in a few days.

I needed to stay far away from Jacob MacWebley and everything that came with him.

From the way Gavin’s parents eyed him, I had a feeling there was more to the bad reception than just him being the odd duck of the Scottish side of the family.