Page 125 of The Duke's Forbidden Bride
“No,” she admitted, laughing.
His hand slid between her thighs, seeking her heat, and she inhaled slowly, humming under her breath. Spencer continued kissing her shoulders, his other hand cupping her breast, heavy and slick with the bathwater.
“I adore your freckles,” he purred.
Beneath her, his length was erect, desperate to slide inside her.
“I shall kiss every single one every night, and I will not sleep until I have done so.”
“I have many,” she reminded him teasingly.
“All the better for me.”
Before he could go further, she caught his wrists and turned her head toward him. “Spencer, I-I have news.”
He paused, arching an eyebrow. “Yes?”
His hand moved away from her heat and splayed across her stomach.
“I…” Her breath caught. Heavens, she was nervous. “I had it confirmed several days ago, and I waited for a perfect day to tell you, but I realized there is no perfect day or moment; there is simply telling you. I am with child, Spencer.”
Spencer went still. “You are pregnant?”
“I am.”
His eyes met hers, blazing bright, the brown in them rich and warm. There was nothing angry or distant, and she did not know why her uncertainty had convinced her there would be. That perhaps it was not a thing he had wanted.
“Does that… does that make you happy?”
“Happy?” he echoed, blinking at her. And then his expression cracked, a smile spreading across his face, his breath coming out in a short laugh. “Happy? Heavens, Eleanor, I am overjoyed. We are going to have children?”
“At least one.” She giggled, the tight knot in her chest loosening.
Spencer wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, kissing her deeply. “I did not think it was possible for you to make me even more happy than you already do, my Duchess, and yet you have found another way. Heavens,children.I am going to be a father.”
A hint of uncertainty flashed across his face, but Eleanor wasted no second in kissing it away, distracting him. She twisted in his lap, using the little space she had in the tub, but made it so she straddled him.
Her legs parted over his thighs, and she didn’t hesitate to sink down onto his length. It was not only a distraction—it had been building up all day, their need for one another, and ever since Eleanor had found out she was with child, she had craved him even more than she usually did.
“I will never, ever part from you,” he growled into her mouth, pulling her flush against him so she was fully seated on him.
She was already rocking her hips, her noises swallowed by him.
“Throughout your entire pregnancy, there will not be one day where I will be gone from your side for longer than an hour. Not one day where you will go without being serviced or waited on. I will be here for you.”
His words were laced with so much conviction that Eleanor did not know how to respond other than kissing him fiercely as he pushed into her. She clung to him, desperate and needy, her body already growing taut with pent-up pleasure.
Spencer splayed his hand over her stomach again, and she placed her hand over it as she gyrated her hips, gasping and moaning for more, more—alwaysmore. His breath mingled with hers, the water sloshing around them and over the tub’s edge.
He thrust up into her, his hands sliding to her backside and cupping it. He guided her, their pace steady but not unhurried.
“Please,” Eleanor gasped into his mouth. “Please?—”
“Almost,” he panted as he slammed into her. “I am—ah, Eleanor.Eleanor.”
He moaned her name like a prayer, and it was the only worship she would ever have to hear again.
She buried her face in his neck, biting him as her release flooded her in a tidal wave that wracked her body.
