Page 116 of Sinful Persuasion of a Lady in the Making
“On the night we met, you told me you were not a Viscountess nor anything as impressive. Do you remember?”
“I do,” she said, smiling sweetly at the memory.
“You are now. Lady Jenny, Viscountess Hartwood.”
“Heavens, that sounds impressive. Do I need to do anything to show my worth?”
“Only be a loving wife to me, and you’ve already mastered that, even after these few short hours.”
By the time the celebrations had ended, and all the guests had left, Sebastian turned to Jenny, an eyebrow raised.
“I’ve been waiting for this all day,” she admitted with a coquettish grin. “In fact, I’ve been waiting for it all month.”
“Only a month? My, you have a lot more self-control than me. I have been waiting for it from the moment we met.”
* * *
She turned back to look at him as he quietly closed the door, and his handsomeness took her breath away yet again. She craved everything about him, from the tips of his toes to the top of his head, and she was looking forward to exploring his entire body over the coming weeks.
“My Lady,” he said, “My wife.”
And then he stepped forward and he kissed her, his lips soft and luscious and still full with the taste of fine wine. She pulled away and looked up into his eyes, slowly licking her lips as she did so.
“Undress me,” she said, not pulling her gaze away, and he let his breath go all at once. She could hear the yearning in it.
“Turn around,” he said.
He did it slowly, the undressing. He slid buttons through buttonholes until her gown fell to the floor in a puddle by her feet. Then he unlaced her stays, gently, gradually, and each time he did so she felt a little more free, a little more excited for what was to come.
When finally she was entirely naked, she stepped away from him and from the puddle of clothing on the floor, and she turned to face him.
“Well?” she asked.
“I… oh… Jenny—” he stuttered his answer, unable to take his eyes from her body, and she could already see his delight growing, though trapped beneath his breeches.
“That, My Darling,” she said, sashaying toward him, “was the perfect answer.”
She pushed her naked body up against his fully clothed one and kissed him hard on the lips. As their tongues entwined, she reached down and pulled at the buttons of his breeches, freeing his manhood and cupping it before he had even undressed.
He moaned loudly, following her as she walked backwards toward the bed, her hand still on him, his lips still chasing her kiss.
“Your touch is feather light,” he said. “So soft, so smooth. I have wanted your touch for far too long.”
“You have it now. You have all of me, now.”
They fell together onto the bed, Sebastian beside her. He kissed her again, quickly, urgently, and then he was on his knees on the mattress, pulling off his cravat and yanking at his shirt.
The sight of his bare chest made her shiver with pleasure. It was muscular, as she already knew it was. His skin was dry to the touch, but hot, like it was on fire. She kissed his shoulders, then his chest, picking out each of the muscles with her lips.
“You are an inspiration,” he muttered. “A true wonder.”
She went to kiss him again, but instead he rose up so that he towered over her. She lay back, giving him whatever he wanted. He kissed her neck, nudging her hair out of the way with his nose while one sought out her curves, the shape of her breast. His thumb run over her nipple as he bit gently into the flesh on her shoulder, and she mewled in delight as the muscles in her stomach contracted and shuddered.
His hardness pushed up against her thigh, urging, and she opened her legs, already slick with desire. His hand moved down, across her stomach and between her legs, until his fingers were entwined with the hair there, pulling lightly and making her growl with need.
With the same fingers, he parted her, rubbing at the nub he found there and making her whole body tingle. She arched her back, curled her toes, pushing her sex closer to him as she silently pleaded.
He looked at her for a long moment, watching her reaction, and in his eyes she could see his sultry aching, his need for her but also his enjoyment of the wait, the tease. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes wide and begging.
