Page 62 of The Scoundrel of Drury Lane
“Oh, Kit,really.” She rolled her eyes and reached for the sketchbook. He raised it out of her reach and kept her pinned beneath him on the ground.
“If it is nature in the raw that interests you, perhaps you need a better look at your subject.” He set the pad aside and then bent to kiss her. She clutched at his shoulders, feeling the heat of the sun emanating from his bare skin. She moaned. He always felt so real to her, so impossibly, wonderfully alive.
“We are out... in the garden...,” she breathed between kisses.
“And?” he questioned before he nibbled her bottom lip. “It’s my garden.”
“We cannot do... what you’re thinking...outside. Someone could see us.”
Her husband chuckled as he kissed her neck. “Let them see. I care not.”
“Oh, but I care—”
He silenced her with another heated kiss that was far too sinful for her to think through clearly. He pushed her thighs apart and reached up her skirts, finding his way to the heat of her. To her embarrassment and his delight, she was already wet and aching for him.
“Now I understand,” he said. “My minx likes to watch me work in the yard. Makes you wet, does it, darling?”
It was true, and she dared not deny it, not with the way his fingers stroked her between her thighs and made her wild with sensual hunger. She gasped.
Kit worked to unfasten his trousers with a sinful chuckle. “Then I shall take you here among the roses until you scream with pleasure,” Kit warned with a sinful chuckle as he worked to unfasten his trousers.
She wriggled beneath him, desperate for him to do exactly that. Their gazes locked just before he surged deep into her. She groaned as their hips collided with the force of his entry. Kit braced his body above hers and began to move roughly in Suzannah just the way she liked. Her body hummed with pleasure as she raised her hips to meet his, no longer caring that they were sprawled out on the lawn in full view of the house.
He was right—once he was deep inside her, she didn’t care where they were. She dragged her nails along the back of his neck, and he hissed out a breath. His hips jerked in response to her caress. Just as he had discovered all the places that could drive her wild, she had learned much about him. Her husband had quite a few sensitive places, and whenever she encountered a new one with her mouth or hands, he went mad, bucking into her until she came hard enough to see stars.
“Naughty little creature, aren’t you?” he grunted, punishing her with pleasure as he drove into her again and again.
She loved it when he spoke so wickedly to her and used his powerful body to make her feel like she was soaring through the clouds. He took her right to the edge of where she thought she couldn’t stand another climax and drove her headlong into a burst of pleasure all over again.
“Yes... oh yes... Kit,harder,” she begged, reveling in his fervent lovemaking. He pounded into her unrelentingly until her body unraveled and became nothing but a wave of beautiful, endless sensations. Her lashes fluttered as she sagged limp beneath him. He pumped twice more into her before roaring out his pleasure like some wild beast. Then he collapsed on top of her, letting her briefly feel his weight before he carefully moved off her. Her skirts were still up to her thighs, and the bright sun touched her pale skin. Kit reached out, placing one palm on her leg, and stroked her inner skin with his tanned fingertips. He seemed to marvel at the contrast of their skin, just as she did.
“You’re so bloody soft, and yet your legs grip me so tight when I ride you,” he said, his tone soft and heavy with satisfaction.
“I do not mean to grip you so hard...,” she confessed, slight worry in her voice. “Is a lady not supposed to... er... do that?”
“I like it. In fact, I quitepreferit. The first time I took you, I was worried you could not handle my strength. I often forget how strong I am.” He was not bragging, for she heard concern in his voice. “But I discovered that despite how small you are, you’re quite strong. It makes you perfect for me.” He slid his hand up to the juncture of her thighs where she still recovered from the wake of her climax, and she jumped as he gently teased that sensitive area. She clapped her thighs together and begged for him to stop, which only made him roll over her and kiss her while his fingertips drew out a longer, softer climax.
“No more. Have mercy, husband, I beg you...,” she gasped at the abundance of pleasure that threatened to kill her.
“I suppose I shall have to carry you back into the house like some ancient warrior with his war prize. I think I’d like to strip you naked and take you hard among a bed of soft furs.”
The image he painted for her nearly made her pass out. She couldn’t stop imagining what it would feel like to have those soft furs rubbing against her breasts and belly while the rough hardness of him took her from above. Kit had introduced her to all sorts of wonderful positions to make love, some of which she’d never thought were possible.
“You are a wicked man,” she replied, her breath still coming out in soft pants.
“And you love that about me,” he said with smug confidence.
She agreed without hesitation. “I most certainly do. But is there something I can do so I can torture you with pleasure like you do me?” she asked quite seriously. She stroked a hand down his chest to his open trousers, closing her fingers around his half-erect shaft. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh of pleasure at her touch. He made it so easy to be bold, to touch him in places she would never have dreamed of touching a man.
Kit’s eyes burned with wicked fire and his voice deepened. “If you wish to havethosesecrets, I shall be happy to teach you, but that we’d best do out of sight. If the servants saw you take my cock in that pretty little mouth, they would perish on the spot.” He stroked his fingertip over her bottom lip.
Suzannah’s womb clenched sharply in response to the image. This man had turned her into a wanton creature in such a short time. Her maidenly reservations were clearly and blessedly a thing of the past.
All she needed to do was take him into her mouth and do what he did to her when he feasted on her between her legs? That seemed simple enough. She tried to push him to lie on his back, but he resisted.
“Tonight, darling. You’ve exhausted me enough already, minx. Let your husband rest.” He sighed and kissed her before he fixed his trousers and she fixed her skirts. They lay on their backs, watching the clouds drift through the vastness of the skies above. Kit was often quiet, but she’d learned that his silence did not come from anger or disinterest. His life had changed so much. He shared his thoughts often with her, but sometimes, like this, they both quietly enjoyed each other’s presence without the need for words.
When she was on the verge of falling asleep, she reached over and caught his hand in hers, holding on to him.
