Grace plucked a grape from the bunch, slid it between her still swollen lips, and chewed.
Worthington’s blood heated and desire rose again. He wished she’d remove her dressing gown. Though it was probably too much to expect her to dine in the nude, or allow him to eat grapes from between her breasts. Well, maybe eat the grapes. That shouldn’t take too long to accomplish.
Taking another grape, she chewed and swallowed. “What are you thinking?”
“Come here.” When she reached him, she had another piece of fruit between her lips. He bit it in half and licked the juice from her lips. “Of things we must do in the future.”
“Oh, such as the guardianship.”
“The guardianship of course, among other things.” He lowered his lids and smiled slowly. “I’ve left a message that we are to be disturbed only if there was any problem with the filing. Because, to-day and tonight, I plan to concentrate on my wife, and I don’t want her worrying.”
Grace’s eyes opened wide, her smile was sultry. “Oh, is your wife not allowed to worry, my lord?”
Running the smooth skin of the fruit over her lips and down her neck, before popping it in his mouth, he smiled. “My wife will fret, it’s her nature. My job is to make her less anxious.”
“Then I predict your wife will be an extremely happy lady.”
He carved the chicken. “Do you remember that first night, when I told you you’d be well pleasured?”
She swallowed and nodded. “Yes.”
Placing a large piece of chicken on her plate, he grinned. “You need to eat.”
* * *
Grace woke to find herself nestled into Matt in the same way she had been that first morning. When she started to slip out of bed, his arm clamped around her. “Where are you going?”
“Only to the water closet.” She smiled. “I’ll be right back.”
He grunted.
Even though the room was a little chilly, she didn’t don her dressing gown. Upon her return, she found he’d stoked the fire and added more wood.
Sliding back into the bed, she snuggled next to him to warm herself. Come to think of it, he was warm the last time. “Are you never cold?”
“Not really. You are though.” He turned her so her back was to his chest and pulled the duvet closely around her.
In a few minutes, she was comfortable enough to think about other desires and pushed her bottom into his engorged shaft.
His lips nuzzled her hair and his teeth nipped at the outer whorl of her ear. She could feel his grin as Matt kissed her jaw. “Do you want something, my love?”
“Yes, if you don’t mind.” He slid his hand to her curls and stroked before his lips traveled over her breasts, over her stomach until he licked the tight nub nestled in her mons.
She shouted his name as the tension spiraled, winding her tighter.
Matt chuckled. “I love it when you scream.”
She tried to laugh and couldn’t. She’d scream all he liked if he’d just bring her the relief she needed. Bright sparks burst inside her. He moved back up her body. His hard shaft penetrated her, then he withdrew and entered again. Frissons of delight raced through her. Grace wrapped herself around him and the maelstrom built until she thought she would die. It flung her out and he shouted and pumped deeply into her. Hers, he was hers. He’d made his vows earlier, yet he’d also made them to her now. A bond she had never known could exist enveloped them, and she vowed never to let anyone else have him. Nothing would ever separate them.
The next time she woke, the sun poured through the window.
“I’m hungry.” Grace started to rise.
He stopped her. “I’ll go.” Matt pulled the covers around her, then strode into the parlor. “Nothing. I assume that means we’re expected across the way for breakfast.”
She gave him her most sultry smile. “Hmm. Well, until Bolton and your valet arrive to dress us, you can come back to bed, my lord.”
His eyes roamed over her body, and he grinned. “What an excellent idea, my lady.”
