Page 73 of Teach a Rogue New Tricks
He lifted and looked down at her, the lusty fog in his eyes clearing to concern. “What is it? Does it hurt?”
“There is one thing I do not want.” She rolled her head to the side so he could not look at her, so she could not see his expression change. “Children. Not yet. Perhaps we should not… This was a bad idea, I think.”
“Shit. No. Good idea, bad execution. I should have thought. Hold on a second.” He jumped from the bed and knelt near a wardrobe, rummaging in a drawer.
She tried to look away from his backside. A bit. And when he stood and walked back to the bed, she did not look away from his manhood, long and thick as it wasfor her.
He held up… something before her. “Do you know what this is?”
She shook her head.
“A French letter. I bought one after our excursion to Astley’s. I put it on, and we use it during intercourse. It prevents children.”
She propped herself up on her elbows, a heavy weight lifting from her shoulders. “Does it really?” She looked to him. “Do you mind?”
He rolled the French letter onto his shaft. “No. It’s right smart, it is. You wish to travel, not be a mama.”
She bit her lip. She loved Pansy and the twins. Maybe she did wish to be a mama. But not now. Maybe not for years.
“And I’m not ready to be a father.”
“Won’t you need an heir?”
“So they say. Not sure I’d be a good father, what with all the sins in my past. And I’d rather have—” He snapped his mouth closed, looked stricken for a moment, the covered the emotion with yet another wolfish grin. “I’d rather haveyou. Right this very moment.”
She melted back onto the mattress with an exhale, and he followed her. Her muscles felt numb with relief. She almost cried. She pulled his head down for a hard kiss.
He reached down and stroked his fingers in and out of her until she was slick and wet and aching for him. Then, he cursed and pushed into her, and they rocked together.
When her world broke into moonlight-colored fragments, it pieced itself back together in the shape of Cass, who chanted over and over in her ear three words. “I need you.”
Was he even aware he spoke them?
He shuddered above her, the words turning into a cry, a howl.
She surged up and ate the sound, crashing her lips to his, and he collapsed on top of her. He panted for a few breaths and his words—I need you—still echoed around them.
When he rolled off, she rolled into him, a curl of a woman sheltered in the haven of his arms. She could not speak to his words.I need you.So she said, “I likethatvery much.”
He placed a kiss on the top of her head. After some time, when the darkness began to take on weight and sound around them, he said, “If your aunt knew what was happening in her guest room…”
Ada laughed. “Would she applaud us or beat you with her cane?”
Cass shivered. “First the latter then the former.”
She traced a finger down his chest, loving how his muscles tightened with the caress. She stored the fact away to pull out when she was alone later, in all those later moments when she’d have the unknown and adventure.
But not him.
It would be nice to have both.
The wordscome with metripped to the tip of her tongue. She held her breath, considering. Should she let them loose? What would he say? He had his own goals and desires, and they were all right here in London. No man had ever prioritized her wants. Her father had left her. Lucas had insisted he knew best. And surely Cass’s eyes would fill with pity as he told her, No, love, I cannot.
Best to not speak them, to not ask, to not make him choose.
His arms tightened around her, and his heart beat like racing horses’ hooves in his chest.
“You should leave now,” he said. “Your aunt would dismember me if she found you here. And… I’ve a busy day tomorrow.”
