Chapter 51

Glad to know you guys are willing to hang in there for a few more chapters. Now let's have some apple tart.

"There is almost an entire apple tart for you to enjoy."

Leaning down, he kissed her lightly, teasingly. "Apple tart is nice."

"As I told you, it's not really my favorite," she pushed up, kissing him a bit more firmly.

His hand touched her waist, pulling her closer to him. A shock of electricity ran through him when she moaned. He spread his hand wider, touching more of her, before slowly moving it up her side, bringing it to rest just beneath her breast.

He could just feel the weight of her breast and his body responded. The softness of her body compelled him closer but he didn't want to scare her with his arousal. He attempted to shift the lower half of his body away from her.

Elsie sighed as his hand caressed her waist. The size of it took her breath away. It seemed to cover her entire waist. Her eyes slid closed with pleasure as his hand made its way up her side, coming to rest under her breast. She pushed forward into his hands, wanting more. Her eyes opened as she felt his arousal pressing into her, moisture pooled between her legs.

She saw the concern on his face, felt him start to pull away. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she pulled him to her, "No, Charles." He started to speak and she stopped him, nuzzling into the opening of his shirt.

His head fell back, a visceral moan escaped his lips. He pulled her closer, grinding into her. Her hands released him, moving to unbutton his shirt more. She pulled down his undershirt and placed a single open mouthed kiss to the skin on his chest.

She could taste him, the salty tang of sweat and something else. Something unique to him, she could never hope to discern all of the tastes but she needed more. Her fingers moved across his buttons, unfastening them quickly, pushing the shirt out of her way. She pulled on his undershirt, pushing it up. Her mouth returned to his chest, tongue tracing a path across it. She nipped at his skin, her fingers played through the coarse hair.

He watched her, mesmerized. How was he so lucky? This amazing creature had not only agreed to marry him, she wanted him. The feel of her mouth on his skin shocked him, thrilled him, aroused him. Her hands at his waistband broke the spell. She'd brushed against his arousal and he'd almost spilled himself.

He stayed her hands, she almost fell when he released her waist. The wildness in her eyes almost made him take her, there, on the floor of his office. Catching her easily, he pulled her back to him, kissing her lightly, "Elsie, I don't want our first time to be a quick fumble on the floor of my office."

She blinked, trying to get his words to register through the haze of lust. She fought against him, didn't he understand how desperately she needed this, needed him. "I need you Charles."

Gods she was going to be the death of him, "I know, my love and I feel the same. But I want you in a proper bed."

Anger flared in her, "I don't call what you sleep in in the attics a proper bed Charles."

Lowering his head, he nuzzled her neck, nipping at the skin before soothing it with his tongue. "Neither do I. But we do have two other rooms we could use, both equipped with large, comfortable beds."

She pulled back, shocked at his suggestion, "But you said…"

His hand slid up her side again, cupping her breast. He squeezed it before flicking his thumb across her hardened nipple. His other arm supported her weight as she arched into him a strangled moan escaping her mouth. He captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, leaving her breathless. "I reconsidered. Now, which would you rather, a hard floor or a comfortable bed."

"I suppose the floor will always be there."