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“It was all right,” she said, trying to reassure him. “But I feel excessively tired from being polite.”
“And you scold me for wanting to avoid society,” he commented wryly. Then, taking Edwina’s hand in his, he kissed her fingers reassuringly. “You do not have to go just because you are invited. Take it from me.”
“I cannot be rude,” she protested with a sigh. She leaned back into the couch, letting the tiredness wash over her. “I have only just become a duchess. I am expected to act the part. People will talk otherwise.”
“So what?” Fergus asked. “If you do not want to entertain and socialize, just do not do it.”
“It is not that easy,” she countered. “A little part of me does enjoy it. I just wish it was easier, and the people were nicer.”
“Well, that can be expected,” he said, kissing the back of her knuckles again. When his lips lingered over her skin in a gentle caress, she met his gaze, surprised to find his eyes smoldered. “You look lovely this afternoon.”
They had not lain together since that first night, but he had not spent any nights out of the house since then as far as she had been aware. She had been sore the next day and glad for a reprieve, but after another day or two, she started imagining how she might convince him to instigate their next intimacy. Looking at him now, she wondered if he needed some encouragement.
“I do?” she asked, looking down at her dress. She adjusted the neckline, drawing his attention to her bosom. His gaze flicked down, and she tried not to smile from smugness. “This old thing?”
“I do not think it is the dress that I find attractive,” he said, pulling on her hand.
“So, it is not attractive?” she teased.
“I did not say that,” he laughed as she drew closer to him on the couch. She tipped her chin up, drawing her face closer to his. His eyes lingered on her lips, and he wetted his own with his tongue slowly.
“Are you going to kiss me now, Your Grace?” she whispered with a smile.
He put his fingers in her hair, drawing her face closer and closer to his own, until at last his lips pressed against hers. She closed her eyes, relishing the feeling as she reached her hand up to his cheek. Her fingers brushed against the stubble as his fingers pressed into her back.
“You taste as lovely as you look,” he whispered against her mouth.
She giggled, feeling the tension melt away from her body. Snuggling against Fergus, she kissed him again, flicking her tongue against his lips, requesting entrance. His tongue met hers as he groaned softly. Glee filled her breast, knowing that she could affect him so.
“So, do you want to get on with making that heir now?” he asked, his tone light and playful.
She pulled away, scoffing with mock outrage. “So scandalous, Your Grace!”
“Should I remind you of your duties?” he asked, chasing her across the couch to hover on top of her.
“What were they again?” she whispered, a smile playing on her lips.
He reached down to her skirt hem and slipped his hand underneath. He ran his fingers up her stockings between her legs. “I believe our agreement was,” he breathed, lowering his mouth to hers again as his fingers sought the secret place between her legs, “to produce an heir.”
“Should we get on with that, so you say?” she asked, gasping as his fingertips caressed her nub. She squirmed underneath him, feeling the warmth building between her legs that heralded her arousal. Feeling emboldened, she reached her own hands between his legs, running her hand over the length of his hardness. He sucked in his breath.
Encouraged by her attentions, he lifted her skirt over her hips while he deepened their kiss. With her body exposed to him, he reached to his trousers to unbutton his pants. His length sprang free, and he lowered himself down between her legs. As he slid into her, she gasped, clutching his shoulders. Then, she arched her back to assure him that she felt comfortable, allowing him to slide into her deeper.
“You have been teasing me,” he whispered in her ear as he grasped under her back to thrust into her.
“Teasing you?” she asked, confused.
“Every look,” he said, punctuated with a slow thrust. “Every smile.”
“Teasing you,” she realized, trying to meet his gaze. He pulled his head back.
“Do not say you have not noticed,” he smiled.
“It was not intentional, Your Grace,” she assured him, pressing her hips against his again to remind him to resume.
He buried his head against her neck, breathing deeply as he clutched her back and bottom. As he ground against her, she felt pressure building between her legs. She pressed against him, tensing her body, growing heady with the desire overwhelming her.
Fergus breathed a deep sigh before increasing his speed, driven by his own need. Despite her own exhaustion, she encouraged him again, pressing up into him as he groaned. As his body tensed, his mouth sought hers, holding her in a deep kiss as he found his own release.
He collapsed on top of her, his fingers still pressing into her skin. She held him tightly for a few moments as they both slowly relaxed, their breathing returning to normal. She kept her eyes closed, imagining that the moment would never end.
