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She thought back to her sixteen-year-old self. Then it had always been in a darkened room, late at night. She had been a blushing bride, a virgin, and Edmund had sought to gently initiate her. She’d spent years wondering what the fuss was about. Edmund had seemed relieved that she hadn’t pursued that side of the marriage with much vigour. She hadn’t understood what she was missing…until now.
Henri sucked in her breath. Now at twenty-six, she realised that there had been love, but no passion in her marriage. And she wanted for once in her life to experience the full glory of passion. She could make demands on her partner. She could make love in the sunlight. It felt good to say the words because she could. Because the sensation of his body moving against hers was sending her up in flames.
‘Please,’ she whispered, willing him to understand why without explaining her reasons.
‘Here?’ he asked, cupping her face in his hands. His mobile mouth loomed over hers. ‘In the open? By the summer-house? Is that what you want?’
‘Yes,’ she whispered and steeled herself for his refusal. Even though she knew there was little chance of being caught, the risk somehow made it more exciting. Sinfully wicked, but very right. It was something she had never done before and she wanted to experience it. With him. A liquid thrill coursed through her. ‘Oh, yes.’
A light flared in his eyes. He cupped her face between his hands and his eyes became deep golden pools, pools she could lose herself in, where she would never come to any harm. ‘As my lady requests…’
She raised herself up on her tiptoes and brushed his lips, tasting his sun-ripened skin and the cool interior of his mouth. ‘I do. Now, please.’
He lifted her skirts, and she guided his hand to her mound. She held his warm palm firmly against her. His fingers played amongst the curls, slipping in and out, gliding over her innermost surfaces with a sure touch. The ache rose within her like a great crested wave, building momentum as it consumed her.
She undid another button and saw him. Aroused. Ready. A slight moan echoed in the back of her throat.
He understood and drew her forwards, holding her against his erection. He nudged the apex of her thighs. ‘Wrap your legs about me,’ he commanded in her ear. ‘I will support you.’
She did as he asked and felt the length of him fill her. For a long moment they stood, joined, and Henri knew she was experiencing something outside her comprehension, something wonderful. This joining was full of dark passion. Something within him called to the unknown places of her soul and wakened some very vital part of her.
Slowly she began to move her body, giving in to the timeless urge. Her hands grasped his shoulders, holding on tight. His hard muscles moved against her, supporting her as he thrust upwards to meet her. His mouth took her cry, tore it from her throat. Together they moved as one. She heard him groan her name in her ear in a voice that was made husky with desire. Urgency consumed her and she moved her hips with an increasing tempo, feeling him in her, a part of her. And then her world exploded in sensation. Shattered. And she knew a deep satisfaction. She wrapped her legs tighter about him and clung, being one with him.
* * *
Robert loosened his arms and reluctantly set her back down on to the firm earth. In the fierce coupling, her hair had come loose and now hung about her shoulders. Several damp tendrils curled on her forehead. He reached out a finger and smoothed them away. Her lips turned up into a secret smile.
Never before had he felt this sense of completeness and belonging to one person. He straightened his clothing as she stood unmoving with an errant curl caressing her cheek, highlighting her aroused mouth. He forced his fingers to button his trousers rather than to draw her into his arms again. They had tempted fate enough today.
With deft fingers, he did up her gown and twitched the skirt into place.
Putting his fingers to his lips, he left her for an instant before returning with her bonnet. He placed it on her head and pulled it slightly forwards. His fingers slowly caressed her cheek. A simple touch, but one that reminded him of the passion they had just shared. ‘No one would guess. It amazes me that I never guessed the passion and fire within you. I have been remiss. But I intend to spend time studying it, seeing what you glow.’
‘Ah, an application of your famous method and need for experimentation.’
‘I find method helps increase pleasure.’
She smiled up at him, her blue eyes deepening to midnight blue. ‘It is best. A secret between us two. I’d forgotten how much I enjoy secrets.’
‘We ought to go up the drawing room now,’ he said, moving away from her, refusing to give in to the desire to hold her again. He’d only end up making love to her. And right now, he had to abide by her wishes and be discreet. He knew that he would spend most of the time away from her plotting how they could contrive to be together and spend longer together. ‘Your aunt will be wondering where we are and why it takes so long to discuss a simple picnic.’
