She tittered. “I suppose I can believe that,” she admitted, remembering how it hadn’t been long after she had stitched his wound before they had kissed. A few minutes later, they had rushed up to his rooms above the store and were frantically undressing one another.
“I wish to make love to you, Mrs. Montgomery.”
Glancing down between them, she realized he was still wearing his shirt, trousers, and black shoes. His trousers were tented where his manhood jutted out from his body. “Well, then I suppose I need to divest you of the rest of your clothes,” she replied.
He was quick to move to the edge of the bed, leaning against it as he removed his shoes and then pushed his trousers from his body.
In the meantime, Emma lifted her gown from the floor and tossed it over the back of a chair, giving a start when Admiral darted out from beneath the crinoline and hid under the bed.
Robert heard her scoff and paused whilst undoing the buttons at his wrists. “What is it?”
Emma’s gaze went from the carpeted floor to him. “Uh, nothing, but I do believe I need to see to your shirt,” she said, lifting the linen garment from his torso. “Mr. Montgomery,” she breathed.
“Yes, Mrs. Montgomery?” he responded, glancing down between their bodies.
“The time for talk seems to have come to an end.” She arched a brow.
Robert lowered his face, his lips capturing hers in a scorching kiss at the same time one of his hands smoothed down the side of her body to the globes of her bottom.
When he briefly pulled away to take a much needed breath, Emma murmured, “Actually, I should say one more thing.”
“Oh?” he muttered, kissing her cheeks and then the side of her neck down to her shoulder.
“We’re not alone.”
In the middle of kissing the top of her shoulder, he paused. Straightening, he glanced around the room. “Did you… did you see a ghost?”
She gave him a quelling glance. “Something like that,” she whispered. “Admiral is under the bed.”
Robert blinked. “How?”
“He was hiding under my skirts.”
Rolling his eyes, Robert was about to scold the cat but decided it wasn’t worth it. If it hadn’t been Admiral, it would have been General. The two felines seemed to take turns making mischief. “He’s the luckiest creature on the planet,” he commented.
Emma rubbed her bare breasts against his chest, the tips of her nipples parting the whorls of dark hair. “Even now?”
Robert inhaled sharply. “It’s my turn to be the luckiest,” he whispered, pushing her back until the bed was directly behind her. Lifting her bottom, he had her seated on the edge, her legs wrapped around his hips as his manhood sought her opening. “Apologies, but I really need you right now,” he whispered. He thrust into her and let out a groan of satisfaction.
Admiralmeowedloudly, and Emma tittered as she supported herself on her elbows.
Cursing softly, Robert thrust into her again, which had her quickly sobering. She dropped back onto the bed and moaned as he placed a thumb where their bodies met, his thrusts increasing in speed and intensity. When she gasped—his ministrations had her experiencing a sharp and pleasurable orgasm—he growled with his own release. A moment later, he collapsed atop her. Between labored breaths, he asked if she was all right.
“I’m perfect,” she purred. “And it will be perfection when we’re actuallyinthis bed,” she hinted, grinning.
Admiral purred loudly from where he sat at the end of the bed.
“Purrfection, indeed,” Robert murmured.
