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His hand moved down between their bodies, his fingers spread her open, he flicked her bud, felt it pulse, then positioned the swollen crown of his cock on it. Taking a silken bottom cheek in each hand he drew her down over his engorged length.
Her sheath began to rhythmically flex and relax, flex and relax. When their mouths came together she opened her lips and offered him her tongue. He took all of it, sucking hard in a rhythm that matched that of her tight sheath. Adam walked to the high bed. His thick man-root deepened with every step he took.
Tony had no idea how he sustained so long, but she offered up thanks to the goddess of love that he did. When his knees touched the bed, he unwound her arms from about his neck.
“Lie back,” he commanded with a roughened voice.
She obeyed. He had positioned her on the bottom corner. He did not come down with her, but stood between her thighs, still impaled. He reached down very deliberately, placing his strong, calloused thumbs, on the pink flesh just where the cleft peaked. His downstroke was as violent as a lightning bolt. As he withdrew, his thumbs stroked in circles on either side of her bud, multiplying the sensations.
She writhed with pleasure as his hard thrusts made her build, but the gentleness of his manipulations made it possible for her to sustain without spending. Tony now realized his sexual experience with the women of his past was what made him a superb lover. She was the lucky one who would reap the benefit of a long and varied sex life. His intimate knowledge of female sexuality gave him more finesse than other men. Thank God he had initiated her. He had taught her well. Taught her to yield, to give endlessly, to her last shuddering tremor. Taught her to take, to demand, to drain him to his last delicious drop.
Adam did not withdraw but towered above her, savoring her shivers, worshiping her with his eyes. By God, she was so much woman, she’d have him staggering on his legs by dawn. Whenever they were alone together they were so aroused that they always had to make sex before they could make love. The amazing thing was that they enjoyed both equally. Usually the male preferred sex, the female love. This couple was different. They gave vent to their darker passions. His animalism brought out her carnality. Her natural eroticism brought out his unquenchable sexual appetite. They gloried equally in lovemaking, kissing, touching, stroking, whispering, embracing, molding, caressing, fusing, nestling, melting, brushing, murmuring, hour after languorous hour. The fury of their storm was spent in the first hour. Their slow, serious act of love lasted two more hours.
At last Adam was ready to talk. Their intimacy was almost complete. They had never been closer or more attuned in body and spirit than they were at this moment. He lay supine. She sat straddling him with her silken thighs. It was Adam’s favorite position for talking. His gaze could caress her hair, her mouth, her breasts, while the back of his fingers could stroke the inside of her long, slim thighs.
“I took you to those terrible places yesterday so that you would understand what drives me. When poverty killed my father I was powerless to do anything about it. I loathed being powerless and vowed to accumulate enough wealth to allow me to fight London’s poverty.” He grimaced. “I’m afraid I blackened my soul in my relentless pursuit of wealth, so now I occasionally try to redeem myself.”
“Your speech in the House today did that,” she said softly. “The Child Labor Act alone will guarantee your ticket into Heaven.”
“Holy Mary, sometimes I think you are too innocent for me after all.”
Her eyes met his, “Meaning?”
“I know I’m a cynical swine, but we are a society of barbarians. Child labor laws likely won’t be passed for another twenty or thirty years.”
Antonia’s face fell in disappointment, her shoulders drooped in defeat.
He held out his arms. “Come to me.”
She nestled beside him and he drew up the covers about them. He took hold of her hand, threading his fingers through hers. “It’s a never-ending battle and I need your help. I love you, and that works out just perfectly for me because I need a chatelaine and hostess for Edenwood. I realize it’s a bit of a comedown, but would you consider swapping your English title for an Irish one?”
She held her breath in disbelief. Had he actually asked her to marry him?
“Lady Blackwater.” She tested the sound of it. She closed her eyes and offered up a prayer of thanks, weak with relief. When she opened them he was looking at her intensely, his ice-blue eyes compelling her to answer him. A bubble of laughter escaped her lips. Did he really think she might refuse him?
He stiffened at the sound of her laughter. “Perhaps Edenwood is too ostentatious for you.” He swept her with a look of cold contempt.
Antonia drew up her knees and began rolling about with laughter. She had just had a revelation about the man she adored. That familiar look of icy contempt was a protective mask! The mighty Adam Savage was vulnerable, especially where she was concerned. The thought thrilled her to her fingertips.
Tony sat up and leaned over him. She was so close, she could see herself reflected in his dark blue pupils. “You haven’t the vaguest notion how long I’ve wanted you for my husband.”
His natural arrogance returned instantly. “How long?” he demanded.
“Since that first night you tried to make a man of me and made me spew on brandy and cigars.”
“You are such a romantic.”
“No, I lie. I wanted you for my husband before I ever met you.”
His brows drew together.
Tony smiled into his eyes. “It was when I first laid eyes on your ostentatious Edenwood. As a matter of fact I was the one who made it ostentatious. I must have had a premonition it would be mine someday. I talked Mr. Wyatt into all sorts of expensive improvements that must have cost the earth.”
“Such as?” Adam demanded, his words dropping like icicles.
“Mmm, let me think,” she said, tracing her finger along his top lip. “I suggested he extend the west portico into a terrace and instead of using Norfolk stone I persuaded him to import veined Italian marble.”
“How did you persuade him?” Adam again demanded.
