The Wedding Deception (15 page)

- Oh, Jasper, do you really think so?

- Claire ...

She put his finger to his lips.

- You could kiss me, please?

Jasper hesitated. Sex was not the answer. Only confuse the issue. But Claire looked at him with such care that would be cruel to deny him a kiss. He brushed his lips on hers. Claire's lips were soft and sweet, and moved softly, tentatively. It was a soft kiss, but enough to awaken her desire. Then he kissed the curve of the neck. A sigh of pleasure escaped his lips. Nodding, saw the combination of open loop, and the curve of her breasts heaving slightly. Began stroking her hair down, enjoying the velvety on your skin. He slid his hand over his shoulder, arm, and gently took her hand. Then he raised his hands clasped and watched them for a long time.

- I'm happy for you to be my husband, Jasper.

- Strange you keep believing in me, the strength of our future together - he said, kissing her fingers.

- You're good, Jasper. It has a deep sense of honor and good feelings. What is missing is trust these instincts.

- We Barrington men, are eccentric and rebellious. I expected be the one to break those patterns unacceptable.

- There is nothing wrong with being different.

- True, but there is everything wrong with being destructive. Claire took a deep breath.

- Jasper, your emotions are not destructive. You are confusing the indiscretions of his youth with the qualities of his personality. You were a rebellious young and irresponsible, but became a man devoted to the family honor. Let your heart be free too.

- Are you interested in my heart?

- Very. I confess that my reasons are somewhat selfish. I fell in love for you and hope that one day you corresponds to my feelings.

- Fell in love with me?

- Yes

Jasper shuddered. The emotion I felt was new and frightening. He tried to think something else to distract you from the intensity of the moment, but the heart not allowed. He could no longer pretend, or lie, especially for himself. Yes he dreamed of a relationship of companionship with that included Claire physical satisfaction, enabling it to release its intense emotions and reciprocate the respect, affection and love that his wife was giving him.

Never believed that this could happen to you, therefore, never dreamed of love. At that time, however, given the incredible opportunity, recognized that was exactly what he wanted.

Maybe was too rigid in his views. Maybe it was possible to experience emotions without being overwhelmed by them. Claire certainly trust remaining in him to believe it would be possible. He contracted the jaw.

- I do not believe that I can change my attitude from one day to another. You have to be patient with me.

- Patient?

- I promise that will be worth the wait.

- I always knew it would. - A brief pause, she confessed: - I love you, Jasper. She stared at him with a gleam of anticipation in his eyes. The her statement touched him deeply. Over the years, many women had uttered those same words, but he always felt uncomfortable to hear them. But the revelation of Claire caused a different reaction.

I love her. The words were born in the heart, rose by the throat and came to the mouth. But he could not pronounce them. Everything still I was very young, very new. Preferred tell the body what was in his heart. Nodding, kissed her. With closed eyes, savored the sweetness of her lips, while her tongue was trying to, seduced. He stroked her body, following curves until it touches the inner thighs.

- You're shaking - he murmured. .

- Because of you.

Claire rested his head on his chest. The hair was brushing against her silk chin. He inhaled deeply. The smell of her skin started the fire desire. No say nothing, he pulled the combination of her and took her by the head. His hands slid her hips and removed the underwear. For a long moment, he is inebriated with the image of Claire naked.

Panting, knelt, intoxicated with the musky scent. Her body throbbed ardently, her delicate flesh, pink and wet waiting mouth him.

Your body also ached with desire, but he would wait his turn. Before, I Claire tried the perfect bliss.

With the tongue tip, found the corner of her velvety womanhood.

- Jasper! - Claire murmured, trying to escape the kiss. He not allowed. Laced firmly around the waist, while his tongue continued to explore its recesses moistened with gentle reverence.

Claire breathed hard, and every time she was close to reaching orgasm, he recoiled kissing her abdomen and legs. When she calmed down, he began again to tease her with his tongue, caressing her points most sensitive and intimate. She arching body, turned her hips, moaning, clinging to his hair, dragged by the waves of pleasure that Jasper gave him. He heard her scream your name before you make a sound anticipating your delight.

Jasper satisfied sighed and continued with the kisses and petting Claire to scream again, succumbing to the intensity of her second climax.

He relished her contractions, whispering sweet and sexy. Numb, Claire stumbled. Jasper took her in his arms and carried her to bed.

Carefully put it in the center of the huge bed. His face was radiant expression smooth, the body still quivering with the last spasms of pleasure. Never both wanted a woman, never experienced that strange mixture of intense lust and excessive protection. At that time, understood would never deny her anything that was within reach, including your heart.

Your blood pulsed in his veins. Quickly, he took off his clothes, the boots, the socks, and lay down next to Claire. The desire, passionate and urgent, shouted within it. Covering her breast with one hand, he said:

- You're mine.

- Am. And you're mine.

To prove his words, she came upon the swollen apex of her husband, cuddling. Her fingers were warm, the palm, soft. From Suddenly, his tongue followed his hand, sucking, licking, playing.

Jasper clenched teeth, moaning in pleasure, almost unable to to control more. Holding her by the shoulders, made her lie down.

Claire looked at him with eyes full of passion.

He stood over her and penetrated her on impulse alone. Claire moaned and Jasper stopped immediately for fear of being rude. Soon, however, she settled down and arched her body.

Jasper kissed her and their tongues touched, and when she felt her legs entwined in her hips, she knew he was ready to start the ride towards ecstasy. Moments then he got up to blow out the candles and lock the bedroom door. He wanted total privacy for the rest of the night until dawn.

Claire I was almost asleep when he shaped his body to hers. Closing eyes, he beheld the power that was growing between them - appreciation of the qualities, the admiration of the forces, the understanding and acceptance of the weaknesses of each.
This is love,
he thought.

Chapter XIII

Claire woke before dawn. He opened his eyes and ran into Jasper staring at her with a smile. She looked away, suddenly embarrassed with the new intimacy. Never slept with a man before, nor had agreed with one at his side.

- I thought you had already risen - she said.

- It is too early.

He stroked his face. His touch was sensual, his look was intense, affectionate. There was something in his eye that made her feel special.

- I'm glad you're still not getting out.

- Actually, I did not have much choice. You've exhausted my strength. - He made a grimace, containing laughter. - Furthermore, it was almost impossible to sleep. You, my dear wife, snores like a old sailor after three days of drinking!

- Oh! - Claire exclaimed, slamming his pillow over his head. Laughing Jasper hid his face in his hands.

- You will not retaliate? - She asked with a laugh.

- Never physically attacked a woman while she still has so cruel. But I have my own means of revenge!

Claire had no time to dodge. Jasper grabbed her by the waist and began to make you tingle. She had a fit of laughter.

- Stop, oh, stop! I can not breathe.

- You give up?

- Yes .. I surrender.

- I love when you laugh - he said, kissing her gently on the lips.

- And I love kissing him. - So saying, she kissed him hungrily. Jasper responded immediately.

They embraced, and their naked bodies touched hot and anxious.

- Touch Me - Claire whispered in his ear. - I feel your hands on me. Jasper did not contest the order. Began stroking her back, hips, legs. Claire loved that feeling. Savoring every stroke, every touch, her legs parted, unafraid to show their desire and sexual needs.

The room was warm and cozy, the bed soft and comfortable. Jasper entered her in a steady pulse, and Claire received him with a scream of passion, a cry of love. There was something majestic about the way the bodies were fused in a wave powerful sensuality. They moved in one rhythm, leading the storm of passion, aware of the needs of each, and giving receiving pleasure without reservation, as if they were one body, one single person.

Close the time to reach the summit, Claire felt his eyes filled with tears, an intense mixture of physical pleasure and emotional depth. Your pleasure came to Jasper, and together they writhed and shuddered that explosion of light and color. Then embraced remained silent. With her head resting on his chest him, Claire heard the rapid heart beat of her husband. Your heart now. With a happy smile, she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Claire looked at her husband. Jasper will not stop dictating orders from the moment they left for home towards the reception famous Vauxhall Gardens. - Will you dance with will not accept any gentleman without my approval. If you are interested in knowing the gardens, talk to me and I will accompany you. Despite being an event particular, public places are always full of freeloaders waiting for the opportunity to address decent ladies.

- I heard that the ladies are never respected in Vauxhall Gardens after two o'clock in the afternoon - Claire remarked.

- It's true.

The night was perfect for an outdoor party, with the temperature nice and clear skies. But the excessive care of Jasper were becoming real hassle. He said that only agreed of attending a party in Vauxhall because the hostess was Lady Ansley, one of the most influential ladies of society.

Whereas the strange event the night before, at the stage door, Claire understood that this would require greater caution and greater vigilance in public places. But still, I thought the concerns of Jasper excessive.

Opened mouth to protest, but gave up. They were making the crossing of ferry to the gardens. Dusk fell quickly, but clarity of lanterns hung on the bow was reflected in the water and illuminated the features of them.

The usual arrogance was clear on the lines of the face of Jasper, but now was tempered with concern. And the sparkle in his eyes was unmistakable love. So the boat docked, she heard the distant sound of music. Hovered in the air the scent of flowers. Jasper helped her land and holding hands, walked to the entrance.

- Let's walk through the gardens before we made our appearance at the party - Jasper's father suggested.

- Great idea! - Countess agreed. - I want to visit the arcades. Meredith, Jason followed her husband and the counts. Jasper and Claire were behind them. And while the brief moments of privacy, "she whispered in his ear it:

- I love you, Jasper.

I love you too, Jasper ...

The Claire's words still echoed in his mind, as they danced. She also said the previous night, but this time she had added a very significant word.
Also.
Claire knew. Jasper was not sure he was relieved or annoyed by she understood his feelings better than himself. It was disconcerting believe that the wife was so perceptive about to discover something so intimate and personal.

- Why that smile? - Claire asked. - Did I miss something?

You 're right. I love you. The heart of Jasper shot under the influence the finding. That was not the time nor the place appropriate for declare his feelings for the first time. Fortunately, complicated steps in music
Country
made the difficult conversation. It merely smile, hoping to convince her everything was fine. Claire looked at him suspiciously, but did not comment nothing more.

Moments then lord Fairhurst was standing in the crowd, watching the dance floor. Claire danced with her father after with dance And then with Jason Marquis. For a few minutes, she would be in security. Still, I was worried. Although the party was particular, Vauxhall Gardens was considered a public place, so strangers could move freely among the guests. But it probably should be more concerned with the guests and not with strangers. With watchful eyes, peered into the crowd, suspecting Dorchester that the gentleman would be around somewhere.

Rebecca Manning waited impatiently to get the third selection dance, before escaping the party. His father had instructed incisive the two daughters, requiring them to stay in the place reserved party, but Rebecca had no intention of obeying. Crept rapidly through the garden, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement, knowing that his father would be furious if she was discovered. Lately, however, hardly cared about the father. Another man controlled his behavior, dominated his thoughts and actions with such intensity that Rebecca hardly recognize.

Knew Richard was wicked, but not the voice of reason warning them of the danger. The gentleman did your body burn with desire, and she ran risks absurd to please him. He was the prize she coveted, not matter the cost.

His eyes lingered a few minutes to adjust to the darkness Lover's Walk. The lights of the party had disappeared, and the minuet notes that the orchestra performed. Following instructions Richard passed him, arrived at a bank and hidden among rocks shrubs.

Richard not yet come. Letting out a sigh of disappointment, began to walk the tiny space. The sweet scent of honeysuckle bothered her.

No heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and had to restrain a cry, to feel strong hands holding her from behind.

- Are you alone?

- Am.

- Great. - The gentleman pushed his body into hers. Rebecca arrested breathing. She felt her nipples stiffen up and shaky legs. Her desire for him almost immediately it was always difficult to disguise.