The Bad Luck Wedding Night, Bad Luck Wedding series #5 (Bad Luck Abroad trilogy) Read Online Free PDF Page A

consequences of that once already tonight, he resisted. He would seduce her with the touch of his hands alone and save the tasting for later.
    He battled against the urgent demand for release throbbing in his loins as he skimmed his hand across the silken skin of her belly and lower, over soft curls and delicate flesh. The scent of arousal perfumed the air, and she stirred restlessly, needily. He slipped his hand between her thighs and found her hot and damp.
    But far from ready.
    She froze like a corpse. "What are you doing?"
    Damnation, not again. She tried to wriggle away from him, but Nick restrained her, panting, "Sarah, stay with me here, trust me."
    "But you have your finger... you're not supposed to use your finger. You're supposed to use your Rod of Steel."
    Rod of Steel? Did she mean... ? Good Lord.
    "I know what I'm supposed to do," Nick snapped. "Relax. You'll like this."
    "Like it? Are you crazy?"
    "I'm beginning to think so, aye." The girl truly knew how to kill a passionate mood. "You have to trust me."
    "I'm trying, but... oh."
    He dragged his finger out of her tight, hot sheath, then slowly slid it back in, stretching her, working her, readying a way for him. It was killing him. His body was telling him to climb on and have at it. His mind knew that way lay disaster.
    Right now it was a toss-up which part of him would win.
    She'd gone still again, her eyes squeezed shut, and Nick took the opportunity to rid himself of his trousers. He saw her mouth begin to move, and as he leaned down to kiss her, he made sense of her soft murmuring.
    "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before—"
    "Praying?" he snapped, jerking away from her and rising up, straddling her hips. "You're praying?"
    She didn't answer. She'd opened her eyes. They were round and wide and gazing in horror at his manhood.
    Nick felt himself start to shrink. His tongue returned to the language of his youth. "Halie blude. What hae ye done to me?"
    "Th-the-the Rod of Steel," she stammered out, locking her ankles. "It frightens me."
    Passion of a different type burned through Nick's blood. "Well, ye need nae worry. He's nae match for the Evil Eye. Ye should just go ahead and emasculate me. Cut him off and be done with it. And to think whorehouses charge a premium for virgins! Some men must be gluttons for punishment."
    In one smooth motion, Nick rolled off the bed. As he bent to retrieve his clothing from the floor, Sarah sat up and grabbed his wrist. "No, Nick. I'm sorry. Please, come back to bed. I trust you. I do. I want to be your wife."
    Nick stared down at the slim, graceful fingers encircling his arm. It was the first time she'd touched him of her own volition since he'd entered the room, and like a dog to a bone, he snapped to attention. The instinct to mate gnawed at him. He gritted his teeth and hung onto his patience by a thread, "Ye must mean it this time, Sarah. If I come to ye again, I'll not have it in me to leave."
    She sounded as if she had a noose around her neck as she responded, "I understand."
    Nick's doubts drowned beneath a tidal wave of lust when she slowly, deliberately released her ankles and spread her legs.
    He joined her in their marriage bed and positioned himself above her. He knew he should wait, knew he should lull her with his kisses first, again, but at the first sweet, soft brush of her mound against the blunt head of his erection, he couldn't help but ease inside her.
    Sarah flinched.
    "It's all right, lass," he soothed, wanting desperately to believe it. She was tight and dry and the going was rough, but she felt so good, pure heaven on earth. Need was a raging beast inside him. Over the roaring in his ears, he heard her whimpers. He gritted his teeth, seeking the last vestiges of his control to take it slow. Seeking, but not finding. "Ah, Sarah, I've got to... I canna stop."
    He bumped against the barrier. It failed to give. He flexed his hips, increasing the pressure. Her