Such a foreign concept to think of any other place than Fermoy as her home. “It would be a dream. I think I would enjoy it very much.”
Perry reached behind her to pluck a rose from an overgrown bush. The bush was disordered, yet quite resilient, having thrived for years without any attention.
“Our gardeners are forever complaining about these roses. They are hard to control and seem to take over a space, growing unchecked on both sides of the fence unless they are trimmed back. I find them…enchanting.” He brought the soft blush-pink bloom to Charlotte’s nose, and she breathed in the delicate fragrance, closing her eyes and allowing it to fill her with a sense of peace.
Delicious.
Perry brought the rose down and brushed it along her lips. Her insides came to life, those butterflies fluttering madly in her stomach. She opened her eyes as Perry replaced the soft petal with hislips, a kiss that brought sudden tears to her eyes. Her heart hammered in her chest, the feel of his lips stoking a flame within. He pulled away as she opened her eyes. Heat infused her cheeks, and she knew a brilliant blush coloring her skin. Charlotte pressed a hand to his heart and blinked, attempting to keep the tears from falling.
“Dear Lottie, why do you weep?” he said, wiping an escaped tear. “If you don’t like it, we can simply close it up again and forget it exists. It is not worth your tears.”
Charlotte shook her head with a small smile, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“No, Perry, I love it. It is simply that…” she paused, unable to speak further. She looked away in embarrassment and pressed a gloved hand to her mouth. “Every time we kiss, I can’t believe it. I never thought to ever kiss you again. Having been alone for so long, I couldn’t conceive of ever feeling this much joy.”
His mouth curved into a flirty grin. “I promise you a bounty of kisses, my countess.”
She reached for his hand and wrapped it around her waist. Hooking her hands around his neck, she pulled him to her for another. The way their lips met was a true collision of sparks, burning its way through her body straight to her core. Her hands played with the silky brown hair curling at the nape of his neck. How she loved his hair, it had darkened since the time they had been young lovers, but she still found his delicious curls incredibly tempting. She always marveled at how his lips fit hers perfectly and how his tongue knew exactly how to tease and taunt, making her melt.
She would always be at his mercy. Ever familiar with the ache of longing that permeated every night at Fermoy, there was no part of her that could refuse this man. She was happy with her daughter, of course, but to revel once again in the glow of Perry’s love, she would not hesitate, whatever it cost her.
Chapter Forty-Five
Pulling away from their kiss, Charlotte panted softly as she attempted to calm her racing heart. His pupils had darkened, and his lips were still damp from their kiss. His eyes, filled with hunger, reminded her of a predator chasing his prey and ready to pounce. Her mouth watered at the prospect of possessing his lips again. It was too much.
He shifted, his lips tracing a path down the side of her neck, dropping worshipful kisses along the way. Her nipples hardened at the closeness of his mouth, and she gasped as he reached a hand inside her gown to stroke a needy peak.
“Perry, someone will see us,” she whispered, the tension building to the point where she almost didn’t care. They were going to have to do something to alleviate this painful ache, or she feared being unable to walk back to the house.
“No one comes here. That is the beauty of this place,” he murmured against her sensitive skin, the hum of his voice sending shivers skating down her spine. Using his other hand to lift her skirts, Charlotte trembled as the hand moved stealthily, caressing her legs. Her core throbbed with anticipation.
“I need to touch you,” he rasped, his blue eyes pleading.
Licking her lips, she nodded. “Please,” she whimpered, her voice containing a desperation she couldn’t conceal. Her body craved the contact. Tracing the skin of her inner thighs with his fingers, Perry dipped his head to suck and tease her aching breasts. Goosebumps covered her skin at his explorations and Charlotte wondered when she had become such a wanton. She needed his touch more than she needed air.
This constant hunger was so new, so inescapable.
Perry gave a sharp intake of breath as he slipped a finger inside her passage, testing.
“I love how you’re always ready for me,” he mumbled, bringing his mouth back to hers, their tongues tangled. His kisses were devouring while his finger teased.
There were no words, just pure wanting. Charlotte moved her hips to meet his fingers, seeking the satisfaction she had come to need. Sensing her eagerness, Perry added a second finger to the first, stretching her tight heat.
She whimpered at the luscious invasion.
Unwilling to suffer alone, Charlotte’s hand moved to caress the hard length in his pants, his cock already straining against the confines of his breeches. Cursing the many fastenings, she slowly unbuttoned his pants, her body heating at the release of each button. Desperate to touch him, she reached her hand inside, wrapping her palm around the smooth skin of his hard shaft and stroking. He moaned roughly in her ear as he surrendered to her touch.
Stealing her breath, he curled his fingers inside her, reaching a magical spot that sent her body reeling. Tossing her head back with a soft cry, she gave in to the sensation of surrender. He swirled his thumb in her slick heat, and she gasped at the heady pleasure.
Her passion was building, a coil of tension in her core pulling taut, seeking release. Clutching at his jacket with her free hand, she used it to steady her. Perry stroked his thumb against herthrobbing little bundle of nerves, and she gasped, desperately reaching for that elusive peak.
“That’s it,” he muttered in her ear. “Take what you need, my beautiful countess.”
Her hand worked his cock faster, moving with greater boldness as she sought to bring him the same pleasure he was giving her. A bead of moisture seeped from him, and she swirled the cum along the tip with her finger. She swiped her tongue over her lips, wondering what it would be like to taste it.
The pace of his fingers increased within her, and her passage fluttered around his fingers. Perry captured her mouth, swallowing her delicate cries of pleasure as her release slammed into her. A flush of warmth spread like fireworks on her skin, and she panted, somehow satisfied, yet needing more. Placing his hand on hers as she stroked him, Perry ceased her frantic movements.
“I want to feel your tight sheath around me when I come,” he murmured, tugging on her hand to guide her on top of him. “Ride me.”
