Second Time Around

Elizabeth should have known. As she had walked into her room she thought that her mind was playing tricks on her, she could smell his cologne. Relaxing now, Marcus let go of her mouth and instead of turning the light on, he turned her over and kissed her. Elizabeth could remember his kiss. She had starved for his kiss since the night he had left her.

She returned his kisses with full force. Marcus remembered the touch of her curves, the scent of her hair. He dreamed of holding her and never imagined that she would be here like this. As suddenly as his kisses had began they stopped. Elizabeth grabbed for him as he got off the bed and fumbled for the light. "Marcus."

"I need the light." Marcus was more than furious, she was obviously here with another man. Once the light came on, it was Elizabeth who felt like crying with joy at the sight of him.

"Oh Marcus how did you know I was here?"

"Who’s Alex?" Marcus asked with an intensity in his voice.

Elizabeth felt like laughing out loud at Marcus, even thought of playing a game. But looking into his eyes she knew that wasn’t the wise thing to do. "My brother."

"How many damn brothers do you have?"

"Are you jealous?" Elizabeth was still as naive as he had remembered.

"Okay, how many brothers did you have supper with tonight?"

"Marcus what are you talking about? I had supper with my brother Alex and a cousin to my future sister in law." Elizabeth looked at Marcus and then smiled, "Kiss me again."

"Why are you here?" Marcus still needed answers.

"Because I want to be here. Alex came on business and I was tired of getting lectured about everything that I would do in Boston from my two brothers who God knows are no saints themselves." Elizabeth was getting irritated now and it showed. She got off the bed and as she started to walk away Marcus caught her by the wrist.

"You want to be here why?" Serious now.

"To be with you, but my terms are still the same."

"Elizabeth. Do you know that my plans were to leave here in two weeks for Boston?" Marcus let go of her wrist and she sat back down on the bed beside him.

"What are you going to Boston for?" Slowly Elizabeth was finding it hard to breath.

"Business and you."

"Me?" Elizabeth shook her head.

"Not in the way that you think. My terms are still the same too. I hardly know you. But I wanted more time with you." Marcus was through with his questions and he lay her down on her back.

Scooting over her he started to kiss her and she turned her head, "Okay, you tell me something."

"What do you want to know?"

"Do you have a mistress here in Liverpool? Lady Ellen I’ve heard her called" Elizabeth struggled to get out from under him and he held her down with his body, his face was inches away from hers.

"Yes. I did." Honest answer is what she wanted and that’s what he gave her.

"Do you have a child here in Liverpool?" The second question was harder to get out.

"Ellen has a daughter that I call my own, I am the only father she has ever known." Marcus could tell by Elizabeth’s face that she was hurt. "Ellen had Rachel when I first met her, she was three months old."

"How old is she now?" Elizabeth knew that she would not break up a home.

"Five." Marcus wanted to explain everything. "Damn it Elizabeth, this is not the right time for this."

"You lecture me after I had questions thrown at me. Marcus I have heard things and tried to be one sided, your side. I have defended you when later I wished that I had just walked away. Now I think I may have been misled by you. Please let me up."

Marcus wanted to hold her and not let her go. He could see the hurt, he knew that he had some things to straighten out before this could continue. "Okay. But first let me hold you."

Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his neck and she could feel his hardness against her body, how she had vowed that she would let him take her once they were able to be alone.Now once again they were at odds. Elizabeth placed her face into his shoulder and he turned his head slightly, enough to kiss her on the side of the neck. "No. Marcus this can’t happen."

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Elizabeth lay back on the massive bed, with the lantern dimmed she watched as Marcus made his way into the room. She lay under the covers with only a gown covering her body, thin and transparent. Marcus entered the room and sat down at the chair in the corner of the room, removing his shoes Elizabeth wondered if he had always been this easy for women to take advantage of.

Throwing back the covers she went to the table where she had left the bottle of wine pouring two glasses. Marcus could barely see what she was doing his eyes were focused on her silhouette that the lantern had made through her transparent night gown.

Taking hold of her arm Marcus pulled Elizabeth to sit on his lap. While using one hand to touch her breast through the gown his mouth found hers, at first though gentle kisses rained on Elizabeth’s face and neck, soon she could feel the pressure that was building underneath her buttocks. "Easy Marcus." Reaching over she took his glass of wine and placed it in his hand.

"I didn’t come to drink Miss Westbrook." Marcus sipped from the glass, then leaned it back and finished it in one gulp. Again his mouth found hers and she could taste the wine as his tongue entered her mouth.

Elizabeth let her head lull to one side as he continued to kiss her. Finally he stood her in front of his chair, she knelt down on her knees in front of the chair, taking here time with the buttons on his shirt, it was Marcus who now became impatient, but she worked the shirt loose and pulled it from the inside of his pants. Running her hands inside of his shirt she could feel the muscles beneath her fingers and as she touched his nipples there too was evidence that she was having a definite effect on him.

Elizabeth kissed Marcus on his chest and used her hands to work the buttons loose on his pants, although difficult to do while he was in the sitting position, he stood, bringing her with him. Elizabeth once again worked her nervous hands on the buttons and could feel the strain of the fabric that held his erection.

Removing her hands Marcus easily released his member and after removing his pants he took her hand, placing it on his tool. "Is this what you’re waiting for Miss Westbrook?"