Page 85 of Rogue Lyon

“Not as well as I know you.”

“That is true.” He used his elbow to open the bedchamber door. “And tomorrow, if you wish to hire more staff, acquaint yourself with the running of the house, then of course you may. A lady’s maid, perhaps, but until then…you are mine, mine to do with as I please.” He held her a little tighter and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

She was giddy with anticipation, her body alive with the need to be close to him, to connect with him in the way they were so good at.

And now finally they were in their own private space. No judgment no gossip, just Mr. and Mrs. Habsburg doing what came so naturally to them.

He set her down and kissed her, his lips roaming to her neck as his hands roamed to her behind.

She spotted a screen decorated with woodland creatures—foxes, squirrels, badgers, and deer—and pulled from his arms. “Wait, please.”

“What is the matter?” He frowned.

“Nothing. I just don’t want this particular dress ripped by your frantic passion.”

He laughed. “I’ll admit I do feel as though there were a storm of passion inside of me, but I promise I will not rip your bridal gown.”

“Good.” She stepped toward the screen. “Undress. Wait for me on the bed.”

“But where are you…?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she turned and sashayed out of view. She felt powerful, feminine, capable, and in love.

So in love.

Carefully, she removed her gown, toed off her shoes, and then removed her necklace. When she was completely naked, she tweaked her nipples to hard points and then pulled in a deep breath. “Are you ready, husband of mine?”

“Very ready and very hard.” His voice was deep, slightly strained.

She grinned and stepped from the screen, placing her hands on her waist and jutting her hips. “I am glad to hear that because I am all yours and ready for whatever you want to give me.”

“Jesus, give me strength.” He stood from the end of the bed, gloriously naked and his erection jutting forward. “You are a vision to behold.”

Meredith had never considered herself to be a vision, but the way he’d said it made her think, just for a moment, that it was true.

He walked up to her, purpose in his strides, and took her in his arms. As their warm, bare flesh connected, a shiver of desire traveled over her skin. Her nipples pressed against his chest hair and he cupped her ass cheeks with his big, hot hands to pull her closer to him.

She tipped her head and their kiss deepened. Tongues tangling, breaths quickening. “Oh…Jules.”

“My love…how I love you so.”

“You do?”

“Of course.” He captured her face in his hands. “More than I have ever loved anything or anyone, even the Ruben’s I held in my possession for a short time.” He grinned and a mischievous glint caught his eye.

“Jules.” She laughed. “And I love you, more than I ever thought it possible to love anyone.”

“So let’s not waste another second without showing each other this love.”

He pulled her to the bed and gently pushed her down onto it, hovering above her on straightened arms.

Meredith reached between their bodies and found his cock. When she wrapped her hand around the length and squeezed, he let out a low moan and closed his eyes.

“You like that?”

“Your hands on me? Always.”

She worked him slowly and deftly for a minute and then cupped his balls in her free hand and rolled them gently.