Page 71 of The Marquess of Secrets

“Oh. My lady. I like that. Remember what I said about quick and quiet?”

A growl emitted from deep in his chest. “Quick, I can do, at least at the start. We have the rest of the afternoon and the entire evening before us. Quiet? Absolutely not. This is our place; make as much noise as you wish, love.”

Harrison pulled off his coat and tossed it aside. Then he unbuttoned his waistcoat and threw it over his shoulder.

“We will not be emerging from these rooms for days.”

“I like the sound of that.”

Lydia met Harrison in the middle of the room. Laying her hands flat against his chest, she reveled in the warmth of his hard body. Trailing her fingers across the pearl buttons of his shirt, she slowly pushed them through the holes.

“I hate to bring up his name, but we must discuss it. Huntsford. I always made certain he was sheathed.”

“Good. As you know, my wicked reputation is mostly counterfeit. I only visited my mistress every few months or so. The association ended before I met you. I’ve been with no one since. I also used sheaths. Do you wish me to use them here?” he murmured.

Lydia reached under her skirt and pushed down petticoats and drawers, kicking them aside. Giving Harrison a sensual smile, she gave him a gentle shove into the leather chair and climbed into his lap, her knees resting on either side of his hips. She pulled up her skirt as she kissed him.

“Not at all. We wish to start a family; what better time than tonight?”

“What better time indeed? I will spend the rest of the autumn paying exclusive attention to you—and for the rest of our lives. We will do whatever you wish. Rides in the carriage. Dinner. Theater. We can stay here, travel to London you only have to say the word.”

“Sounds wonderful.”

She traced the fullness of his lips with the tip of her finger. Lydia ground against his arousal.

Harrison groaned.

“So, quick?” she teased.

“Bloody hell, yes,” he murmured seductively. “Believe me, I’m ready to shatter at your slightest touch, so quick will be no hardship.”

He fumbled with the fall of his trousers, pulling out his stiff shaft. Reaching under her gown, she grasped it, squeezing firmly.

She wanted this. Wanted him. Her husband. Lydia was aroused as never before. Positioning herself, she lowered slowly, taking him deep.

Harrison threw his head back, the cords in his neck pulled tautly.

“Damnation. If only we could stay like this forever,” Harrison moaned.

Lydia began to move, a rocking motion soon joined by Harrison sitting forward and thrusting upward in concert with her. They kissed, and the pace quickened, both anxious to savor every sizzling sensation.

Oh. There. Perfect.

Her breath expelled in short bursts. Then the climax slammed her hard, and Harrison caught her cry of ecstasy with his mouth, kissing her deeply. Moments later, he followed with a shuddering release of his own. They held each other close, quaking from their releases.

“It will only get better if that were possible,” he murmured.

They embraced as their breathing regulated.

Harrison laid hot kisses along her low neckline. She was wearing the white lace gown he’d bought her months earlier.

“If I didn’t adore you in this gown so much, I would tear it from you,” he growled as he reached behind her to unlace and loosen the bodice.

Oh, yes. The thought thrilled Lydia to her toes.

He pulled down the neckline, exposing her breasts. Harrison laved his tongue around her hard nipples, sucking, caressing, and wringing cries of ecstasy from her.

Slipping his hands under her rear, he stood, walking them toward the bed. Once he lowered her and her slippered toes touched the floor, he took his time undressing her. Then stood back to admire her.