Page 111 of The Reckless Love of an Heir
He looked at her, but did not speak.
‘Are you drunk?’
‘Fairly.’ He smiled.
‘Why are you not in bed?’
‘Because there is little point. Why do you have your nightdress on? You are breaking our first rule.’
It was gaping open, though. She had not done up the long row of tiny buttons he had opened all the way down to her stomach. ‘You are covered too, and you cannot expect me to walk into a room naked when I do not know who else might be within it.’
‘I suppose.’ He looked at his glass, then took a sip from it. Thepace of his movement declared him either extremely tired or very foxed.
‘What is wrong?’ She walked towards him. Samson rose and came to her, his tail waving back and forth.
‘Nothing for you to worry over.’
She petted Samson’s head. ‘Except you are my husband now and so whatever worries you is my concern too.’
He lifted a hand out to her. ‘That is very sweet of you, Susan.’
She held his hand and he pulled her close, encouraging her to sit on his knee as he straightened up and set both feet on the floor.
She sat sideways on Henry’s lap. ‘Tell me.’
He shook his head and looked at the dog. ‘Samson, lie down over there.’ He pointed at the hearth rug.
Samson did his bidding, as charmed into submission as Susan was.
Henry drank the rest of the liquid in the glass leaned around her and put the glass down on the table. Then he pulled her mouth to his. There was a taste of brandy on his tongue. His hand slipped inside her open nightdress and squeezed her breast as they kissed. The sensations only he could engender twisted in her stomach. She kissed him more ardently, her hands in his hair.
‘Sit astride me,’ he said.
Like that?She had never imagined it like that.
She stood up.
‘Dispose of this.’ His fingers pulled the fabric of her nightdress.
She smiled as she slipped it from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
‘Come on.’ He tapped the arms of the chair as he made room for her, moving his legs together.
She knelt astride his thighs entirely naked, her hair falling over her shoulders and brushing across her breasts and her back.
His hand stroked her hair away from her face. ‘You are beautiful, Susan.’ He would have pulled her mouth to his but she held back, looking down and pulling the knot tying his dressing gown loose. Her fingers brushing his stomach. She moved the silk aside and let her hands roam across his midriff then his chest. Then they trailed down again and she touched the tip of his erection. His body jolted slightly.
She looked up and smiled, as her fingers wrapped around him and squeezed, in the way he had squeezed her breast.
A sound of amusement rumbled in his chest as the strength of his hold on her head insisted she bend down to kiss him. ‘I love you,’ he said against her lips, before he did kiss her. ‘You are a blessing, Susan.’
She positioned herself so she hovered over him, and held him so he would enter her when she lowered down.
‘Mm,’ he hummed against her mouth when she lowered, the vibration trembling against her lips.
His hands braced her waist when she pressed down, then slid down over her skin to her hips when she rose up. She descended and rose up again, her tongue catching at the tip of his as she pulled her mouth away from him. She kissed him as she lowered and ended it as she rose. His hands caught hold of her head, trying to keep her mouth against his as she moved.
‘Susan,’ he said huskily when she pulled away, rising right up.
