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She shivered instead.
“Damn. Youarecold. Tuck your feet between my legs.”
“Did you think I was lying?” Isabel let out a chuckle but did as he asked. Even through his nightshirt, he felt that her feet were like a block of ice. Why was it taking her so long to warm up?
He ran his hands over her arms and legs, and she sighed contentedly. “Do it again.”
Rhys chuckled and rubbed the length of her legs and body. She started warming up, and in turn, he started getting hot.
Damn his body’s response. She was suffering from the cold, but his foolish body did not seem to care. His cock stood at attention as his entire being tensed.
Isabel chose that exact moment to lean against him, her warm bottom cradling his aching erection. Rhys gritted his teeth. That was torture.
He slowly inched away from her, and Isabel turned toward him. “What?” She blinked at him, all innocence.
“I think you’re warmed up enough,” he croaked.
Isabel’s lips turned down in a pout. “My hands are still cold, see?”
To demonstrate, she pressed her palm against his cheek.
Her touch was warm against his skin. What was she doing?
“They seem warm to me,” Rhys said, his voice hoarse.
“Perhaps if you kissed me….”
Rhys let out a hoarse chuckle. “Are you trying to seduce me, my dear wife?”
Isabel’s cheeks turned dark red in the dimly lit room. “And what if I am?”
Her boldness was both arousing and unsettling. He knew she wasn’t a virgin. He’d caught her with Stanhope all those years ago in the act. Perhaps she’d had more lovers since. He had no way to know, and he wasn’t about to ask.
On the other hand, Rhys had only had one lover—his former wife. And his experience hadn’t exactly given him confidence in his prowess. After all, his first wife had run off with her lover after months of cuckolding him.
Perhaps he was still a naive young boy deep in his heart, but he wanted his first time with Isabel to be special, magical.
But she pressed her body to his, and all his worries, intentions, and thoughts suddenly disappeared.
Rhys dipped his head and took her mouth in a sensual kiss. Isabel moaned into his mouth and raised her hips, demanding more contact. Her hand went to cradle his head, then her fingers sifted through his locks.
Rhys groaned in answer. His hand caressed her back, then traveled down to her soft and ripe bottom. He squeezed it in his hand, and Isabel gasped.
Rhys rolled her onto her back, his hardened cock pointing at her belly. He kissed her jaw, her neck…
Suddenly, Isabel wretched away and… sneezed into a pillow. She covered her face with her hands, then buried her face further into the pillow, her shoulders shaking in laughter.
Rhys chuckled, then rubbed her shoulders.
“How romantic,” Isabel said between fits of giggles, her voice smothered by the pillow.
“Perhaps we shouldn’t do this today.” Rhys’s voice was still thick with passion.
Isabel shook her head. “Oh, but I just started getting warmed up.”
Rhys weaved his arm around her waist and turned her on her side, hugging her, her back to his front.
“We have all the time,” he said and kissed her hair. “No need to rush. Now sleep.”
