Adeline went to the windows and stood. “She was a fortunate lady.”
Coming up behind her, he slid his arms around her waist and nuzzled her hair, breathing in the spicy scent of lavender and lemons. “Most of the follies on the property were built for wives. If you wish for one of your own, you may have it.”
He fluttered kisses along her jaw and felt her lips tilting up. “If they are all as well furnished as this one, I might not need my own.” She turned slowly in his arms. “We should make a survey of them.”
Frits liked her idea. He hadn’t visited most of them for years. “An excellent idea.”
He found her lips and she opened to him, meeting his tongue with hers. Adeline moaned, and his already erect cock hardened even more. “Be mine.”
She slid her small, perfect fingers up over his shirt and under his loose shooting coat, pushing the garment off his shoulders. “Yes.”
For the first time in the course of his plan, he wondered if she even knew what he meant. She had started on his simply tied cravat when he held her hands still. “Do you know what I am asking?”
Her cheeks flared red, but her eyes held only a little confusion. “I think I do. You wish to have marital relations, do you not?”
She was going to be the death of him. “Er, yes, but do you know what that entails?”
Her gaze cleared. “I know a little. Lady Merton and Eugénie were very helpful in that respect. But I have been assured that what I do not understand, you will teach me.”
Yes, yes, he would. He’d teach her everything. “That will be my absolute pleasure.”
She had managed to untie his cravat and threw it to the floor. “Kiss me again.”
If his shaking fingers were any indication, his years of practice getting women out of their clothing had left him unprepared for the reality of Adeline. The process was made even slower by his inability to refrain from kissing each inch of skin that was revealed. When he arrived at her breast, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. Her full, creamy mounds were topped by rosy nipples waiting for him to feast on them. Palming one breast, he licked the other before drawing a tightly furled bud into his mouth. She tasted like herself, with a bit of honey added. There should be an ice in her flavor.
Adeline moaned and wriggled against him, pressing her bosom against his mouth. Then she tugged at his shirt and, obeying her command, he drew it over his head. “Clothes off.”
He pushed her garments over her hips and they fell to the floor with a soft whoosh. He pulled off his boots while she stepped out of her clothes and removed her half boots. She stared up at him, unsure of what to do next, and, he thought, a little nervous at being naked before him. He drank in the sight of her small waist and generous hips. Reaching out, he skimmed his hand over her body. It was softer than silk or rose petals. “You are beautiful.”
She blushed again, and he reminded himself to take this first time slowly.
“So are you.” Adeline could not take her eyes off Frits’s chest. Soft black curls covered his broad, muscular chest. Tiny, dark-rose nipples peeked out from the curls, and she wanted to taste them as he had tasted hers. She had been nervous at first, and was glad she had been told this might happen before her wedding night. Actually, she was happy this was not their wedding night. This was much more natural.
She placed her hands on his firm chest and rubbed her thumb over his nipple. Her sister-in-law was correct. She should take this time to explore her soon-to-be husband.
Moving her hand down, she savored the texture of his stomach until she reached the band of his breeches and stopped. “May I?”
He stood perfectly still, as if he had been frozen in place. His Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed. “Yes.”
She unbuttoned the placket, and his member sprang out, almost into her hand. Carefully, she reached out and touched it. It was as soft and hard as she’d been told.
Frits tensed. “In bed.” He voice was low and harsh. “Now.”
Adeline grinned to herself as he picked her up and carried her to the daybed, then captured her lips again. She broke the kiss and pressed her lips down his throat. “I love that you think I am beautiful.”
“There is no thinking about it. From the second I saw you, I knew you were the most beautiful woman in the world. You captured me with your eyes.” He took the pins from her hair and watched it fall. “As I said, beautiful.” Then he grabbed the reins again, pressing openmouthed kisses over her chest until he reached her breasts.
When he drew her nipple into his mouth, heat and need once again flooded her mons. She wanted more. She wanted him. Adeline’s hips lifted, and she writhed against him, searching for surcease, and he placed the palm of his hand between her legs and rubbed.
The tension grew when he placed one finger in her sheath. “Let go, my love.”
His mouth was on her breast again, and suddenly there were too many sensations. She gasped, sucking in air, and suddenly the tension broke, shattering her to the winds. Before the tremors stopped, he plunged into her. The pain was sharp as he stretched her, and she could not stop from crying out.
Frits ceased, his forehead resting against hers. “How painful is it?”
“It hurt, but it’s better now.” The feeling of being stretched started to fade. “Try moving again.”
“Wrap your legs around me. That might help.”
