Page 115 of The Lyon Whisperer
Her tight channel squeezed him, emitting tiny pulses of arousal as he lifted her hips, easing his manhood out of her, before thrusting back up, into her heat.
He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, beyond the intoxicating feel of Amelia riding him, squeezing him, milking him.
Shudders began to wrack her body, and her fingers grappled in his hair, tugging like a kneading kitten as her release crashed through her.
He covered her mouth with his, swallowing her cries, and the dam within him broke. He pumped himself into her, hot seed pouring from him in a rolling wave of ecstasy.
Afterward, she sprawled heavily atop him, her face pressed to his neck, his cock still nestled in her heat, their combined juices dripping over his groin and filling the coach interior with the pungent scent of their lovemaking.
Dear God.What this woman did to him. He’d never experienced anything like it.
And she loved him.
Why? What did she see in him?
He had given her nothing of substance to date, had taken her from her fine home, issued orders regarding her behavior, hell, he hadn’t even given her a wedding ring, yet she held him in such high regard, going so far as to claim she loved him.
What would she say if she knew the truth, that he married her to satisfy his uncle’s debt? She deserved so much better from both him and Fallsgate.
Nevertheless, she was his now, to have and to hold, not ’til death would they part.
He himself could not give in to the weakness known as love. Not after what he’d seen his father go through once his mother realized her power over him. But he would treat her love like the precious gift it was, he vowed silently. He would make certain she never regretted giving him her heart.
The following day,Chase informed Amelia over breakfast of his intention to ride to Copsham later that morning.
“Though there have been no more fires since our visit to Copsham, our discussion yesterday spurred me to rethink things. I still believe Dodd was the arsonist. I also believe he had a partner. A wealthy partner.” He folded his serviette and lay it beside his empty plate.
The waiting footman, one of the newly hired men, approached to scoop the dirty dishes off the table.
“Thank you, Andrew,” Chase said, before Amelia could get the words out.
Inwardly, she smiled. Her husband had taken to calling the staff by name. She could see it meant the world to them to have the Iron Lion address them personally, and she heartily approved.
“You think Lord Tully put Mr. Dodd up to setting the fires, don’t you?”
Chase slanted her a glance. “He does seem a likely candidate. Except…” He broke off, his brow furrowing.
Amelia sipped her tea and eyed her husband over the rim of her china cup. “Except?”
“Tully has never made a secret of the fact he despises me, so he’d have ample motive, and he’s certainly cagey enough to plan and execute such a crime, however, the idea of him risking his social standing is hard for me to swallow.”
“If he didn’t get his own hands dirty, he’d risk nothing,” Amelia pointed out.
“There’s another problem with casting Tully as the primary offender.”
“Go on.”
“The man is, and has always been, lazy, even in his villainy.”
“What do you mean?”
“As a boy, when he’d act out, bullying other children, including the stint with the headmaster’s daughter all those years ago, or cheating off of others’ exams, or taking items that did not belong to him, his infractions had an opportunistic quality.”
“Hm,” Amelia uttered, considering.
Chase’s gaze sharpened on her. “You have something to say?”
Warmth unfurled inside her. She loved when her husband listened to her and gave credence to her thoughts. “It occurs to me he had to plan somewhat when he decided to go after your Millicent.”
