She didn’t think the heat in his eyes could grow any hotter, but it did. Reaching down, he bent one of her legs, then the other, and slid in deeper, and she felt as though they’d become two interlocking cogs that were moving in tandem to create pleasure.
And yet at the same time, it seemed wild and frenzied, with nothing at all mechanized about their actions. There were kisses, nibbles, and strokes. Whispered words of encouragement. Guttural groans. Soft sighs, pants.
The sensations he’d created with his mouth between her thighs, he now created with his cock, sliding out and thrusting into her. Strangely, she did take note of the force of each thrust but not in a machine-driven way. Rather as an overall sense of pleasure. He was moving inside her, they were as one.
It was touching and emotional and caused tears to sting the backs of her eyes. This was what it was like to be truly close to someone. She would forever be grateful for this experience.
Then he lifted up to balance himself on his arms and began to pump into her like a piston, steady and sure with a purpose and a goal in mind. The sensations that had been hovering so close to the surface built to a rising crescendo, taking her by storm, carrying her to heights greater than she’d ever achieved before. Locking her arms and legs around him, she rode out the tempest, crying out as her release overwhelmed her.
With a feral growl, he threw his head back and gave a final deep thrust before collapsing on top of her, breathing harsh and heavily. Within her hold, she could feel him beginning to relax, for all the tightness to seep out of him.
She couldn’t help it. She smiled with contentment.
“How long will you be gone?” she asked.
They were lounging in bed, still naked, with a tray of cheese, strawberries, buttered bread, and olives between them, each holding a glass of red wine. She didn’t know why it seemed more decadent than what they’d been doing earlier.
“Four days. I’ll leave in the morning, see Father interred, and then return.”
“Will your mother be going with you?”
“No. Perhaps you’d be good enough to look in on her, ensure she’s all right. Although I rather suspect she’ll spend some time in Aiden’s club.”
Her eyes widened. “She goes there?”
“Hmm. Apparently, she has a favorite fellow.”
“I wonder if it’s Julian.”
“Who is Julian and what do you know of him?”
“When I woke up that morning after you visited, a maid and I were trying to figure out who you were. She suggested Julian because he was ever so good at kissing. At least that’s how she put it.”
“Is he?”
“I wouldn’t know. He never kissed me.”
“How about Camberley? Did he kiss you?”
“Jealous?”
His jaw tensed, but he shook his head. “Yes, damn it. Where did he kiss you?”
“On the mouth.”
His frustration was clear, and she didn’t know why she was taking such delight in it. Perhaps because she’d never had anyone jealous before.
“I meant where were you?”
She relented. “We never kissed. I couldn’t envision it. I just—”Don’t feel for him what I feel for you.“He’s nice enough but he didn’t appeal to me in that manner.”
He was resting up on one elbow. He shifted his wineglass to that hand and used a solitary finger on the other to trace a circle around her face. “You should have had an opportunity to kiss a dozen men.”
“Why not two dozen? Is there an acceptable number that’s allowed before a woman is considered a trollop?”
He laughed darkly. “It’s probably best not to discuss numbers.”
Although, she suspected that for herself it would always be only one.
