That was when she noticed that her friends and their husbands had formed a barrier so that no one could see who came in or out of the door. “Lead on.”
They slipped behind two large potted plants, then through the door. The corridor was narrow, but well lit. They walked to the end. He opened another door that led to a plain wooden set of stairs. She held up her skirts as they made their way up to the next level. A few moments later, they were in his bedchamber, and she was in his arms.
“I thought we’d never be alone.” He brushed his lips across hers.
She wrapped her arms around him, encouraging him to kiss her deeply. “I have decided that the idea of the wedding breakfast is to keep the bride and groom away from each other as long as possible.”
“At least they have done away with the bedding ceremony.” His lips roamed along her jaw and down her neck. “Although, then you would already be naked. Shall I act as your maid?”
“Yes, please. And I shall act as your valet.”
It did not take long before her gown slipped to the floor and she had tossed his cravat over a chair. He placed her gown carefully over the same chair, but threw his jacket on the floor. Sweeping her into his arms, he climbed onto the bed.
His hands slid over her body, lighting fires wherever he touched. Elizabeth wiggled, trying to encourage him to go straight to the place where all her needs coalesced, aching for him to enter her.
“Patience, sweetheart.” He cupped her breasts, licking and sucking first one then the other until she wanted to scream with frustration.
As he did before, he licked and kissed his way down to the place between her legs, and sucked. She arched her back trying to push herself closer to his mouth.
“Is that what you wanted?” His voice was low and tight.
“More.” She gasped, struggling for air as her body tensed. “I want you.”
“I live to serve, my lady.” The next moment he plunged inside her.
Her inner muscles clenched around him as she gave in to wave after wave of glorious sensations.
Geoff collapsed next to Elizabeth, drawing her next to him. He’d never come like that before. He’d never dreamed he could. The minute he’d entered her she milked him dry.
He nuzzled her hair as he wound the thick mass of silken curls around his hand, watching as they tried to hold on to his fingers when he let go. Her hand splayed over his chest. And even though she was clearly asleep, a smile played on her lips. When she woke, he hoped he’d be able to mate with her again.
Pulling the covers over them—this time he’d had the forethought to have his valet turn down the bed—Geoff closed his eyes. They had all the time in the world to be together now.
* * *
For the rest of the day and the next, they coupled. Occasionally, they would wander into their dining room to find food had been set out. The first time she had licked chicken juice off her fingers, he had picked her up and taken her straight back to bed.
“I had no idea licking my fingers would have such an effect on you.” Elizabeth grinned. “I shall take care not to do it in public.”
Geoff was beginning to believe her mere existence was enough to make him hard. “Shall we see what else has the same effect?”
“I think we shall have to.” She ran her tongue along his neck. “I am still hungry.”
Before he could stop her, she was out of the bed. He rolled over onto his back and watched his wife’s plump bottom as she left the bedchamber. This time she didn’t even don her chemise. From the dining room he heard her giggle. “Someone brought us ices.”
He swung his legs out of the bed. “There are many interesting uses for ices.”
On the morning of the second day, he woke to the sound of Nettle banging around in the dressing room.
Elizabeth opened heavy-lidded eyes. “What is that noise?”
“I believe it is our notice to join my parents for breakfast.”
She rolled into him, wincing a little. “I should bathe.”
Considering their bedroom smelt like a brothel, he should probably bathe as well. “You may go first if you’d like. Soak for a while. It should ease your muscles.”
“I shall.” She kissed him before leaving the bed, donning her chemise as she walked stiffly out of his room into hers.
