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Authors: Louise Allen
Married to a Stranger (23 page)
They were laughing as they helped and hindered each other to undress, fingers fumbling on buttons and tapes, mouths meeting and lingering, then parting as they twisted and turned. Finally they half-fell, half-rolled into the soft depths of the bed and stilled, tangled in each other’s embrace.
‘I haven’t said it yet,’ Callum murmured, rolling over so Sophia was beneath him, her thighs cradling him, her hands caressing his back and shoulders and lean flanks. ‘I love you, Sophia.’ He eased into her slowly, filling and possessing with a gentle power. ‘You have made me complete in a way I never was before. You have made me whole.’
‘I love you,’ she answered, feeling him within her, answering with the quivering pressure of her intimate muscles, stroking and holding him as he sheathed himself deep in her core, making them one.
They lay there, eyes locked, their bodies hardly moving as they rocked together, up and up, higher and higher, until there was nothing but the sound of their gasping breaths and their bodies meshing together and the love and passion in Callum’s eyes as they read every feeling she could not find the words for, the strength of his body giving her pleasure beyond her dreams.
She broke, like crystal shattering, and knew she called his name because he answered as he surged impossibly deep within her and she felt the heat of his release and clung to his broad shoulders as they sank together into fulfilment and peace.
* * *
Cal opened his eyes on to a room filled with swirling dust motes in sunshine that lanced through the uncurtained window. He turned his head on the pillow and saw his wife—his love—standing quite naked in the shaft of light, watching a robin on the sill.
‘I used to think you were skinny,’ he said. ‘I must have been blind.’
Sophia spun round, laughing at him, and the bird flew away, scolding in alarm. ‘I used to think you were arrogant.’
‘I am. Come back to bed at once, wife.’
She came as far as one of the bulbous Tudor bedposts and stayed just out of arm’s reach, tracing a grotesque mask with her fingertip. ‘Must we go back today?’
‘We need never go back, if you don’t want to.’ He threw back the sheet, sat up and stretched. Sophia’s gaze trailed over his body like a touch, with inevitable results.
‘What about the Court of Directors?’
‘The Court of Directors will have to make love to their own wives.’ He moved to sit on the edge of the bed and Sophia bent and kissed him, open-mouthed, lingering. ‘I could just farm the two estates.’
‘Give up your position?’
‘If you want me to.’
‘No,’ Sophia said, shaking her head so her hair fell over her shoulder and caressed his chest. ‘You are destined for great things and I am destined to be the Countess of Long Welling, wife of the chairman of the Court of Directors of the East India Company.’
‘I can’t do it alone,’ Cal said, knowing it was the truth. Without her, he would never have the heart for the fight; there would be no one to be doing it for except himself.
‘We will do it together,’ she promised as she pushed him back into the yielding mattress and scrambled up to straddle him. ‘The Company, the estates and the three children.’
‘Only three?’
‘Four, then.’ She lowered herself, inch by tantalising inch on to him, purring with pleasure, her eyes half-closed, the sunlight outlining her body.
‘Now that,’ Cal said, reaching for his wife, ‘is something we can put our minds to immediately, my love. Not that we need an excuse.’
‘Yes, my love,’ she agreed, falling forwards on to his chest. ‘Oh, yes.’
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First published in Great Britain 2011
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© Melanie Hilton 2011
ISBN: 978-1-408-92366-5
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