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  Yet Marianne couldn’t help apprehensively dwelling on one point in particular. What would Eduardo think when he found out her secret—the fact that she had never been with a man before—was still untouched even after six months of marriage? If he was looking for the kind of sexual satisfaction he had perhaps been used to then maybe he wouldn’t be so keen to take her to bed after all. He might think her inexperience prevented that. If that turned out to be the case then how would she deal with the embarrassment and humiliation? Not to mention the frustration that was bound to follow his rejection of her?

  Chapter Nine

  SHE had made up her mind to tell Eduardo that she would decline his offer to share his bed. Too fearful of being rejected once he knew the truth, Marianne had told herself it was the best decision. Besides, she argued, as she nervously ascended the staircase to the upper floor, the flickering up-lighters casting her slim shadow on the walls as she moved, she hadn’t come here to have an affair with Eduardo. He had given her a job and a home for however long she wished, and they were becoming friends. She would not compromise her position or his by sleeping with him. No matter how much the idea tempted her.

  But when he opened the door to her tentative knock, standing before her in navy silk pyjama bottoms and nothing else, Marianne’s carefully rehearsed explanation and sensible resolve disappeared quicker than ice on a barbecue. Her throat drying, all she could do was stare at the totally animal and totally sexy specimen of masculinity that confronted her as if she’d been struck dumb. In turn, Eduardo’s slow measuring gaze silently appraised her, in the hastily donned robe she’d thrown on over her Victorian nightgown, a definite glint of amusement in the pastel blue depths.

  ‘I’ve been waiting for you,’ he said finally, the velvet burr of his rich voice raising all the hairs on the back of her neck. ‘Come in.’

  ‘I was—’

  ‘Yes?’

  When she still didn’t move, Eduardo took her by the hand to draw her into the room. Two small ornate lamps glowed softly, lending intimate warmth to the opulent surroundings and rendering areas of the room to mysterious shadow. Daring a longer glance over Eduardo’s hard-muscled shoulder, Marianne saw that his bedroom door was ajar. Her heart all but climbed into her throat. Shutting the door firmly behind them, her companion slowly turned to survey her. A warm, earthy scent with undertones of a woody and masculine soap clung hypnotically in the air between them. He smiled at her. But it was all Marianne could do to tear her gaze away from the display of formidable muscle in the broad tanned chest that was dusted with darkly golden hair—a sight that made her feel as if she’d just imbibed a shot of strong whisky that had gone straight to her head.

  ‘You were saying?’ Eduardo teased, and before she had a chance to reply tilted her chin towards him to claim her already quivering lips in the softest, yet most earth-shattering of gentle kisses.

  ‘I—I forget what I’m thinking when you do things like that,’ Marianne admitted breathlessly, her legs trembling hard beneath her nightclothes.

  ‘You too make me forget everything when I look into your eyes.’ He smiled. Catching her hand again, he led her towards the open bedroom door. ‘You must be one of the few women in the world able to get away with something like this,’ he was saying as they stood beside a huge canopied bed that Marianne was certain wouldn’t look out of place in one of the royal palaces.

  ‘Get away with what?’ she asked, hazel eyes round with alarm.

  ‘This—this virginal but very sexy and alluring nightgown.’ He collected a soft swathe in his hand to study it.

  With the unknowingly apt comment echoing in her ears, Marianne was too frozen to move for a moment, and she watched him lean towards her to ease her robe from her shoulders in silence, just as if she was one of those mythical creatures from an old folk tale, turned to stone after helplessly glancing at something forbidden. The garment slithered to the floor in a whisper-soft rustle that was still too loud to her heightened sense of hearing, and it snapped her out of the trance she’d fallen into—only for her to become shockingly aware that the tiny teardrop pearl buttons on the bodice of her nightgown were being carefully unhooked one by one by the man in front of her.

  His glance was focused and intent, as if he were anticipating revealing something wondrous, and Eduardo didn’t utter a single word as he undertook this task. Trembling reaction set in, and Marianne feverishly wondered what had happened to her resolve to decline sharing his bed tonight. Try as she might, she knew she didn’t have a hope of resurrecting it…not with the irresistibly seductive way this man so effortlessly commanded her mind, body and attention as he was doing right now. Yet she couldn’t totally allow herself to be swept away by his expert seduction. Not yet.

  As he undid the last button in the long row on her bodice, then pushed the material aside to reveal a smooth pale shoulder along with a generous glimpse of breast, Marianne clamped an anxious slender hand over his much larger one.

  ‘Eduardo…’ A helpless tremor seized her voice. ‘There’s something I should tell you.’

  A tiny crease appeared between his dark blond brows, his expression reflecting both mild concern and gentle amusement. ‘What is it, little one? You are not going to tell me that you are suddenly feeling nervous?’

  ‘If I’m nervous it’s because I have—I have cause to be. I’ve never—that is to say—’ Her gaze shied away from his as she struggled to articulate words that lodged uncomfortably in her throat. ‘I’ve never been with a man before…’

  Letting go of Eduardo’s hand, she curled a few long strands of honey-coloured hair round her ear, chewing heavily down on her lip at the same time.

  ‘All the way, I mean…’

  At first he looked stunned. Then a dark shadow of fury passed across the compelling contours of his handsome face.

  Gathering the two sides of her gown protectively across her breasts, Marianne automatically stepped back.

  ‘How can that be when you told me you were married? Was that a lie?’ he demanded.

  ‘No…it wasn’t a lie. But Donal—my husband—he was ill when we married, and it just wasn’t possible for him to—for us—’ Feeling her face flame scarlet at having to reveal something of such a painfully intimate nature to the man standing before her, Marianne moved her head in a gesture of despair.

  ‘You are telling me that the marriage was never consummated?’

  ‘Yes, I am.’

  He said something in Portugese that she was sure must mean unbelievable.

  ‘And you never had an intimate relationship with a man before you married?’

  ‘No.’

  A spark of indignation surfaced inside her that Eduardo was quizzing her like this—that he might think her strange or odd for not having slept with a man before—and her fear of being rejected by him made her want to run away before he got the chance to do it.

  ‘Do you have any more questions? If you’re finished acting as some kind of inquisitor then I think I’ll go back to my room!’

  ‘Marianne?’

  Unbelievably his hand was sliding round her jaw, tipping her face towards him. He was definitely not behaving like a man about to reject her, she saw, and her heart began to race.

  ‘I am sorry that you were denied the pleasure and comfort of intimacy with your husband…but I am honoured that you would consider giving this great gift to me.’

  ‘You—you still want me?’ Her voice dropped to a hoarse whisper.

  ‘More than ever.’

  He demonstrated the fact by claiming her mouth in a kiss that was so voracious and commanding Marianne thought her already weakened limbs might fold beneath her like some delicate piece of origami. Yet underlying the sensuous caress the feeling persisted in her that there was a measure of distinct control there too—as if he didn’t want to scare or overwhelm her. Surely it was rare to meet a man so mindful of a woman’s sensitivity that he would curtail the strength of his own desire in deference to her inexperience? She
could only conclude that Eduardo De Souza was a man in a million.

  But secretly she wanted him to lose control with her, she realised. She was certain that she could match his passion, and give him pleasure too…the pleasure he inexplicably so often seemed to deny himself.

  Withdrawing her lips from his, Marianne studied him longingly from beneath her lashes. ‘I want you too, Eduardo, so you don’t have to treat me as if I’m made of glass. I know that whatever happens you won’t hurt me.’

  Even as the shy confession left her lips her blood was pounding with a primal yearning to be even closer to him. Everything about this man seemed to inflame her, making her behave in a way that was quite unlike her normal self. He growled and pulled her hard against him. Sighing, Marianne wound her arms round his neck to steady herself. Engulfed by heat and longing, she knew there was not one inch of her entire body where Eduardo’s kisses or touch would not be an utter delight to her.

  She’d been alone for too long, and silently she admitted that she had a great need to be held, touched, tasted, even driven a little crazy by a lover…someone who would help her forget her painful past and make her think only of today instead.

  Now, coming into contact with the intimate caress of the proud male erection beneath the smooth silk of his pyjamas, Marianne found her hips impelled hard against Eduardo’s, so that she was left in no doubt as to the extent of his desire for her. His hands shaped her body through the material of her gown, following every line of every curve as though it were imperative he discovered every part of her.

  Riveted by the feverish bolt of desire that surged through her, Marianne became aware that the edge of the bed was only bare inches away. The room seemed to spin dizzyingly for a moment as Eduardo guided her back against it, his touch gentle yet commanding.

  ‘I want this first time to be unforgettable for you, namorada…’ His eyes darkened with feeling. ‘All you have to do is lie still and let me pleasure you.’

  Gathering the smooth crisp cotton of her nightgown as she sat on the bed, he lifted it over her head and discarded it. Marianne’s long rippling hair fell in a honey-coloured cloud round her bare shoulders and gooseflesh chased across her skin as the cool night air hit her. She saw the appreciative gleam in Eduardo’s avid gaze as his glance travelled slowly up and down her body, and now it wasn’t just the cool air that made her shiver.

  ‘You are even more beautiful in the flesh than I imagined,’ he murmured softly, catching silken strands of her hair between his fingers and examining them. ‘Bewitchingly so. There is not a man in the world who would not envy me right now.’

  Letting go of her hair, he tipped her back onto the bed so that she was lying supine and positioned himself above her. The most libidinous smile hijacked his mouth. Marianne sighed. The sensation of his hard and heavy male body against hers was blissfully delicious as he carefully closed the gap between them. He was all she could have dreamed of and more, she thought eagerly. The lightly tanned skin that encased his strong fit muscles was smooth as silk and warming as cashmere—and the way he looked at her…the way he looked at her made her feel as if she was some irresistible edible delight he simply had to have, and the only woman in the world he had ever gazed at in that way. Even knowing that that couldn’t possibly be true didn’t lessen her enjoyment.

  ‘Close your eyes’ he ordered, bending his head towards her.

  Her lids obediently shut, she felt Eduardo’s slow devastating kiss melt her to her very core. It was as though she were a sensual swirling river being caressed by living, breathing sunlight. A sense of aliveness and vitality transfixed her, making her feel desired and wanted beyond belief. In her womb, a tight, hot, coiled sensation was growing.

  Uninhibitedly returning his kiss, eagerly absorbing and tasting unique and intoxicating male flavours that she could never imagine tiring of, Marianne wondered how she had never guessed making love could be this sublime. Her slender thighs moved restlessly against Eduardo’s hipbones, her body willing him to claim what she was now more than ready to give him. But still he took his time with her, caressing her and taking the sensitive tips of her breasts deep into the warm velvet cavern of his mouth. His teeth and tongue tasted and teased until she seriously thought she would explode with the sheer sensual euphoria of it.

  Mindless with need now, Marianne pushed her fingers hungrily through his hair, wanting and needing to touch and feel every part of him, vowing to memorise every moment, every electrifying detail, so that she would never forget it. Moving her hands down to Eduardo’s iron-hard broad shoulders, she sensed the sheathed muscle and bone there with deeply primal satisfaction. He was surely the living embodiment of the kind of man a woman fantasised about in her most private dreams, she mused. Whenever she’d allowed herself to dream of a man making love to her—the way he was made, how he looked, how he tasted—the reality of this man was what she’d secretly ached for, she realised. He was just perfect in every way. There was no conflict in her mind about giving the gift of her virginity to him. And afterwards there would be no regrets, she assured herself. Not now…not ever.

  Lifting his head, Eduardo kissed her on the lips once more, his tongue thrusting with avid hunger inside her mouth, stroking over the velvet and satin textures with expert erotic thoroughness before moving down her body once again—this time making a sizzling damp trail slowly and devastatingly across her ribcage. Reaching her waist, the silken glide of his warm tongue intimately acquainted itself with her navel. Marianne shivered. Increasing her torment, he moved lower still.

  Finally, at the shockingly erotic sensation of his mouth and tongue laving at her most deeply feminine centre, she writhed in thrilling ecstasy, biting her lip and curling her fingers into the luxurious counterpane covering the bed as the almost unbearable tension inexorably building inside her finally surrendered to the bliss that promised to follow.

  Nothing could have prepared her for the full extent of those incredible moments. Intense waves of stunning sensation washed over her again and again, and suddenly, helplessly, shockingly, her eyes were awash with tears. She had never experienced such utter vulnerability yet such incredible connection with someone before, and it shook her to her very soul.

  ‘Eduardo…’ Her voice thick with emotion, she uttered his name. His dazed, aroused gaze seared her with palpable heat as he rose to join her. With an awed look Marianne placed her hands either side of the stunning masculine face that she knew would be imprinted on her heart and mind for ever. ‘That was wonderful.’

  ‘It was my pleasure.’

  ‘What can I—How can I—? I mean, now I want to make you feel good too.’

  He chuckled softly. ‘Believe me, my angel, I have not felt this good in a long, long time! But do not worry…we are not finished yet.’

  Although his glance was wry, there was deep purpose in it. Sitting back a little, he started to ease the navy silk pyjama pants he still wore down over his arrow-straight hips.

  Watching him, Marianne felt her mouth go dry. It was a revelation to her that a woman could lust after a man with the same fervent desire with which a man could want a woman. But suddenly she remembered his injured leg and, concerned that he might be in pain and keeping it from her, she frowned and leaned towards him, her intention to assist him in whatever way she could.

  ‘Be careful!’ she entreated as she saw him briefly wince. But never had a man wanted help less than Eduardo did right then, she saw. His look no longer wry, he threw her a brief hard glare. ‘I invited you to my room to be my lover tonight…not my nurse! I am no invalid who needs your care and attention as your husband did!’

  Stung by the harshness of his reply, Marianne felt her cheeks burn hotly. ‘Why do you have to be like this?’ She made a little motion of despair with her hands. ‘I know very well you’re not an invalid. You’re—you’re everything I ever dreamt a lover would be, Eduardo.’

  ‘Then come over here.’

  She didn’t even have a moment’s hesitation. Her b
ody was still filled with languorous heat from his lovemaking, and she had a great need to give him pleasure too. She knew that that was her genuine desire, so his huskily voiced command could do nothing but thrill her.

  He tipped up her chin. ‘I did not mean to scold you,’ he said gruffly. ‘Sometimes I just react too quickly. Perhaps you would like to help me in another way?’

  The glimpse of despair she’d seen in his haunting blue eyes had now been replaced by a spine-tingling boyish grin, and Marianne saw that he was opening a small foil packet and extracting the contents. Her heart skipped a beat as he looked her straight in the eyes.

  ‘I know you have never done this before, but I will guide you if you like.’

  ‘All right.’ Her voice had dropped to half its normal strength.

  Revealing himself in all his magnificent glory, Eduardo guided her hands to the latex protection and helped her sheathe him. Touching and seeing him like this, feeling the silky hardness and the heat that radiated so powerfully beneath her fingers, Marianne couldn’t help but tremble. Inside, a tumult of feelings flooded her. Yes, she was nervous—but she was undeniably excited too. She was also a little concerned that there might be some pain. Above all she was grateful that her lover had thought about the practicalities of the situation—because, to her shame, she hadn’t.

  ‘It will be all right namorada…trust me,’ Eduardo soothed. ‘I will be as gentle as I can.’

  Sitting astride her hips, he bent his head to claim another passionate, hungry kiss. The harsh graze of the stubble round his jaw scratched her a little, but Marianne didn’t care. Lost in the sheer enjoyment of what was happening, she jerked as she sensed Eduardo’s hands firmly guiding her slender thighs apart and his fingers probing her. Scalding heat rushed straight to her core and she couldn’t help the sensual little moan that was breathlessly ejected from her lips. Her own dampness and readiness stunned her, and now her thighs parted of their own hungry volition to invite the ultimate attention from her lover.