“Sure?”
“Positive.”
“Enough to…”
“Yes.” She reached for the sash of her robe and tugged it open. “I poured you a glass of brandy.”
“What’s the occasion?”
“I just thought I would give my beleaguered husband a break. Something he sorely deserves.” His hungry gaze latched onto the wide nipples, which were already rigid.
“Still sensitive?”
“Even more so. They rubbed some sort of oil on them, and I…” She bit her lip and shoved the robe off to reveal her bare flesh. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to keep up.”
“Why is that?”
“I’m incredibly horny.”
His eyes flew to hers. “Is it as a result of those people playing with your breasts?”
“I was thinking of you.” Taking his hands, she used them to cover her flesh. “I need your mouth and your tongue. Please. And don’t be gentle.”
Desire, sharp and piercing, slammed through his body like quicksilver. Nudging her to the comfortable sofa, he waited until she was seated before dropping down between her open thighs.
“At the rate of how I’m feeling, gentleness is not something I’m going to be exercising.” His breath was harsh and rapid, his skin tight and uncomfortable.
“Good.” Arching her back, she slid her fingers through his dense dark hair as he lowered his head. Cupping the flesh, he weighed them in his palms before tugging the nipple into his mouth. Heat, quick and painful in its intensity, swept through her body and had her crying out.
“Don’t stop!” she whispered raggedly when he lifted his head, thinking he was hurting her. “Please don’t stop.”
Sensing her urgency, he seized the nipple and suckled hungrily. Heat exploded within her and had her shaking. Instinctively realizing she was on the brink, he reached between them to cup her sex, one finger slipping into her warmth. She came immediately, her cries echoing around the room, body jerking.He transferred to the next nipple, giving it the same thorough treatment.
Eliza felt as if her world was slowly coming apart. When he lifted his head, he felt the jolt through his system at the look on her lovely face. And he was aching. Fumbling with the zipper of his trousers, he managed to release his erection, fingers trembling.
“I need you in bed,” he told her thickly.
When she nodded, because words failed her, he took her hand and drew her up. The meal and the glass of brandy on the table were forgotten. The only thing on their minds was losing themselves in each other.
He made quick work of undressing before joining her on the bed.
“Your skin is as smooth as silk,” he whispered, running his hands from her collarbone to the bulge of her belly. He stayed there for a while, feeling the movements of his babies and experiencing the familiar ache in his chest at the wonder of it all.
“How was your day? Were you ill?”
“Just a little queasy.”
“You never called, so I wondered if you were all right. I don’t want anything to happen to you. I couldn’t bear it.”
“I know. Make love to me, darling.”
Turning her onto her side, he slipped into her, his body shuddering as her warmth wrapped around him like a glove.
“My love.” His lips nibbled at the back of her neck as his arms wrapped around the bulge of her belly. “Mine.” He started thrusting, his body jerking when she pushed her bottom against him, so he sank even deeper inside her.
The sensation of making love to her this way was unbelievable! Passion exploded inside his unsuspecting body and had him calling out her name.
Twisting her head around, she lifted her lips to his. He took it hungrily, his tongue battling with hers as he ravaged her mouth. He drove into her with a desperation that had her trembling.
