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He faced her as she washed his legs, his large manhood standing straight out and nearly poking her in the eye. He was smiling, and she was fighting off the giggles as she tried to ignore his want for her and finish her task. But her restraint was waning, for she wanted him just as badly and running her hands all over his taut, beautiful body was making her mad with desire.

“It has been nearly seven weeks, wife,” he reminded her, breaking his own promise to himself to remain silent.

She stood up and rinsed him until all of the soap ran free. He got out of the tub and she dried him as he has seen her dry the twins, vigorously yet tenderly. But she had yet to answer him.

“I know,” she said after a minute.

William watched the top of her head as she worked. “I would bathe you now.”

She looked up at him. “But I had a bath only yesterday.”

He reached around and pulled the ribbon from her hair, running his fingers through it. “I would bathe you now,” he repeated huskily.

Jordan closed her eyes at his touch, the touch she had craved for months and months. She suddenly decided she wanted him now and to hell with the bath; that would only delay her exquisite pleasure. True, he would be running his hands all over her eager body, but she wanted him in her much sooner than a bath would allow.

She pressed herself against him, pulling his head down to her mouth and kissing him as passionately as she could ever remember. Months and months of waiting were revealed in the kiss and her hands entwined themselves in his thick damp hair, keeping him bent to her. His lips were so warm and soft that she was licking him and whimpering his name in no time.

William was consumed with desire, love, and passion, everything as he picked up his wife and carried her into their bedchamber. She was hanging onto his neck, kissing him feverishly as his hands rid her of her clothing. Quickly, they were both nude and William suddenly stopped kissing her.

“What’s wrong?” she asked breathlessly.

He was looking at her body where she stood on the bed, his hands reverently exploring her.

“Nothing,” he whispered, dragging his hand down her torso.

“God, Jordan, you look better now that you ever have, even before you had children. You are so beautiful.”

She watched his soft expression as he got reacquainted with her body. “Do ye think so? I think I have gone to fat, especially here on my stomach.”

He ran a hand over her slightly rounded, but very desirable belly. “No, love. Before you had the boys, you had the body of a nubile young girl. Now you have the body of a ripe, luscious woman and you drive me mad with desire such as I have never known.”

She smiled, feeling deeply complemented by his words. “Thank ye, English.”

With a groan he pulled her belly to his mouth and licked and sucked at her until she was crying softly with her need. His hands were kneading her buttocks as his mouth moved over her torso. Not taking his mouth from her, he lay her down on the bed and half covered her with his huge form while his hands roamed freely.

He pushed himself up to her breasts, remembered how he had enjoyed their lovemaking when she had been breastfeeding the twins. His mouth latched onto an ultra-sensitive nipple and he suckled her hungrily, listening to her sighs of pleasure.

“Oh, English,” she gasped, electrified. “I had nearly forgotten the feel of ye. It has been too long.”

“Too long,” he brought himself up and descended on her mouth and she tasted her milk on his tongue. It was enough to drive her insane.

His hands were everywhere, touching and probing and she parted her thighs to encourage him. As much as she relished his touch, she wanted him in her and moving. It had been too, too long.

He slipped between her legs, his mouth immediately closing in on her woman’s center. She stiffened and bucked beneath him, silently encouraging him onward as her fingers entwined in his hair and refused to let go. When he did finally raise himself up, he made sure to look her in the eye before entering her. As long as they had both waited, he wanted to see her face when he filled her.

Jordan gazed back into the hazel-gold depths of his right eye, feeling his organ pressing against her most intimate place. He would press a little and then release, over and over, gaining headway little by little until Jordan was ready to scream with frustration.

“English. Dunna tease me.” she begged breathlessly.

“But you are so tight, love,” he told her. “I do not want to hurt you.”

She grasped his defined buttocks and wrapped her legs around his thighs. “Hurt me.”

She thrust her pelvis forward, driving him deep inside her. William groaned, assisting her by tightening his buttocks and plunging forward as far as he could possibly go. She was so incredibly tight that he knew he must be hurting her, yet she didn’t utter a sound other than those of ecstasy.

His desire took over and he plunged into her again and again, bracing his arms on either side of her with only their loins touching so that he could watch her body respond to his. All of the months of waiting and frustration disappeared, for the coupling they were sharing at this moment somehow made it all worthwhile. It was beyond words.

He came first with a violent thrust, joined shortly by his wife as she felt him spill into her. His pleasure was prolonged by the throbbing of her passage until he lay forward on her, his head on her chest and listening to the rapid pounding of her heart. Jordan stroked his hair tenderly. “English, was it a painful wait for ye?”