Page 72 of Wicked Designs
“Godric, you will take care next time, won’t you?”Ashton said after a minute. “I would hate to see Emily burdened with a babe so young,”
Godric winced. He hadn’t even thought about that. Christ! She could be with child now this very minute because he hadn’t controlled himself.
“I will take the necessary precautions.” There were a few ways, but the best was a French letter, an old favorite of his. He would be prepared next time. Of course, the next month would be a nerve-wracking one as he prayed to God that the first time with Emily didn’t result in disaster.
Even as he thought it, he knew a child born from that singular moment of wondrously tender pleasure would be a beautiful one. With his dark hair, and its mother’s expressive violet eyes. Her ticklishness. His boldness. What a child that would be. The image of this enchanting nonexistent child shocked him. A child? Eventually he would need an heir.
He needed to clear his thoughts of Emily and that imaginary child. “Shall we start a new game?” The other men joined him at the billiard table.
When Godric finally returned to his bedchamber, he carried a sleeping Penelope under one arm and her basket in the other. He set the basket down near his bedside table and fluffed the blankets for the puppy before setting her down. Penelope licked his hand with a sigh of contentment.
“Good girl.” He stroked her sleek head and scratched behind her ears. Her eyes drifted shut and Godric quickly undressed, dropping his clothes in an untidy pile at the foot of the bed, before he slipped under thecovers. His body warmed instantly as it came into contact with Emily’s.
“Godric…” Emily murmured as she rolled over to face him.
“I’m here, darling.” He slid his arms around her waist, tugging her against him. She sighed, rather like Penelope, not really awake. He took advantage and kissed her lips. In the darkness, with their bodies entwined, with no witness but the moonlight, he almost thought himself capable of loving her. Emily almost read his thoughts as he freed her lips and nuzzled her neck.
“I love you,” she whispered, speaking to a dark prince in her dreams. She didn’t seem to expect a reply.
“I know,” he whispered as she fell asleep in his arms. Godric followed her into the land of dreams not long after, into a place surrounded by fields of exquisite butterflies. He could not catch a single one…
Emily woke to a new world.
Her body was languid and loose, flush with a new understanding of herself. No longer did a barrier exist between her and the elusive state of womanhood.
The man who changed everything lay next to her, his skin warm against hers. Before now she’d only ever felt embarrassed and shy about her body, but Godric had seen and tasted every part of her. He too had shared himself. She’d felt the passion in the tenderness of his kiss and the vulnerable glimmer in his eyes.
Emily pulled her hair into a loose coil at the back ofher neck as she shifted closer to Godric. His chest rose and fell in a slow pattern of sleep, and she couldn’t resist him, as exposed as he was at that moment.
She kissed his chin and trailed her lips down his chest until she reached his left nipple, her mouth teasing it. Godric moaned groggily as his sleeping body responded.
Emily had one leg wedged between his, and his manhood stirred against her thigh.
She sucked harder before moving down over his abdomen.
A hand clasped her head, holding her mouth to his body. He was definitely awake now. “What are you up to, little vixen?”
“I thought I ought to wake you. I desire my good morning kiss.”
“Your kiss? My darling, we are far beyond kisses now.” His husky tone lit a tingling fire between her legs.
He didn’t wait for an invitation but slid her upwards and rolled her beneath him. Catching her mouth in a tender, sinful embrace, his left arm reached for the small drawer on his bedside table.
“What are you doing?” she asked between kisses.
His hand returned to their bodies under the covers. “Don’t worry, darling. I’m protecting you, that is all.”
The heat of the next kiss stole away all rational thought.
Some time later, she and Godric panted in each other’s arms as pleasure flooded their limbs. Godric’s body trembled and Emily cradled his head to her breasts, stroking his hair. She couldn’t help but admirethe deep shades of brown caught by the morning light in his thick mane.
“Why do you tremble?”
“Making love to you…” Godric’s voice was barely above a whisper.
“Yes?” She kissed his dark hair, inhaling his masculine scent.
“I feel like a boy again.”
