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Gregory drew Noel into a deep kiss as he sent them over the edge, swallowing her screams of pleasure. He drew her into his embrace, their bodies trembling from the turbulent storm of their passion. He closed his eyes, enjoying the comfort of holding her so close to his heart, and prayed Noel wouldn’t regret their lovemaking in the morning.
Gregory’s body relaxed under her, and Noel realized he had fallen asleep. She tilted her head back and observed him from between her lashes. His face had softened from the frown he had worn all day. He carried a heavier burden than she had imagined. She hoped when he awakened, he didn’t consider their lovemaking another burden he had to carry. But one he wanted to.
Their lovemaking wasn’t a mistake. It was a beacon to their future.
Chapter Thirteen
Noel stretched, herbody tender in a few spots. A smile lifted her cheeks as the memories of their lovemaking came rushing back. She rolled over, reaching for Gregory, but found an empty spot next to her instead. Her gaze searched the cottage, and she found him sitting at the table in deep concentration, scribbling on the paper Lady L had left. A lock of his hair hung over his eyes and he kept swiping at it while he worked.
To her delight, he had only drawn on his trousers and left his shirt off. Noel’s fingers itched to caress the expanse of his muscular back. She wondered what particular activity he partook in to maintain such a fine form. Her body grew warm as she remembered the strength of his legs entwined with hers while they made love. Ravencroft disheveled was indeed a splendid sight to admire. As she informed anyone who would listen, he was mostdivine.
Ravencroft sensed the moment Noel had awakened. He tried to focus on the drawings. But his desire to crawl under the covers and love her again demanded for him to give in. Holding her in his arms when he woke up this morning was the most amazing gift he had ever received. He waited for her to declare how they had made a mistake last night. However, the soft sighs she made when aroused floated across the cottage, washing over him.
His pencil snapped in two from his brutal hold. “Good morning, Noel.”
He had to acknowledge she had awakened, hoping to prompt her to rise for the day. Because once again, his control slipped from his grasp. He had warned her, but he hadn’t taken his own warning seriously. In his defense, he hadn’t realized the force of their attraction would blow his world apart.
When he heard Noel’s dejected sigh, he chuckled. At least he wasn’t alone with how he wished the morning could proceed. But Lady L would arrive soon, and he needed hours on end to worship Noel’s body and slack his desires. Also, Lady L must never learn of their intimacy. It wouldn’t bode well for Noel. He would risk everything to protect Noel from Lady L’s wrath, even deny making love to her.
Gregory made it clear with his greeting and how he continued working that he expected her to rise from the bed and start her day. She grabbed his shirt hanging on the bedpost and slipped it over her head. It hung past her knees, but the silk caressed her skin instead of making her itch from the rough fabric of the shirt she had stolen from Maggie.
She brought the material to her nose and inhaled Gregory’s scent. The musky sandalwood, mixed with his own unique aroma, brought a flood of desire to her core. It would appear after one night of passion, scandalous thoughts ruled her mind.
Noel sauntered over to Gregory and leaned over his shoulder. “What has demanded your attention from my warm embrace?”
Ravencroft laughed at her bold question. “Have I created a wanton temptress after showing her the pleasure of my propositions?”
“Mmm, answering a question with a question, are we? Well, in that case . . .” She slid onto his lap. “Do you not have more propositions you wished fulfilled?”
Noel’s arse nestled against his cock, and each time she shifted, his plan for the morning disappeared. The wicked act of her riding his cock consumed his thoughts. His hand slid under his shirt and sank into her folds. Noel’s cunny was on fire and soaking wet. She moaned, pressing soft kisses to his chest. His thumb brushed against her clit as he sank a finger deep inside her pussy. They hadn’t even shared a proper kiss good morning, and her body was already eager for him.
With her eyes heavy with desire, she looked like a package of sin wearing his shirt. Her nipples peaked through the opening, tempting him to throw her on the table and devour her. But his hunger to claim her demanded that he take her now.
“You are a damn temptation I do not have time for this morning, Miss Worthington,” Ravencroft growled.
“Then make time, Lord Ravencroft.” Noel moaned when his finger twisted inside her.
