Page 100 of Scandalous Heiress
“The same what?”he asked totally confused.
“Naked.I want you naked.All of you, not half of you.I want you completely mine for this time and always.Nothing to resemble a tumble.Nothing.”
His arms bound her tightly to him, her back against him, his cock hard as stone against her derriere.His hands slid up to cup her breasts.The gown draped low over her shoulders and her corset was now the beast that kept him from her.He pushed the gown down further and attacked the laces.They were bound tight and in his inexperience with such ribbons, he was fumbling in his haste.
The thing half undone, gaping from her body, she groaned and pulled it away.Then she somehow shimmied out of it.The contraption followed her petticoats and bloomers to the floor.
She turned and oh, dear god, she was lovely.Bare, her skin glistening like alabaster in the gaslight, she was naked save for her garter belt and sheer white stockings.He’d seen her as God had made her the night he’d taken her from Richard.Frantic, crazed, he refused to let one of Lady Fallon’s maids minister to her.Tears burning him, his mind ablaze, he took her garments from her to assure himself and her that his brother had not touched her.Not abused her.Not in any way.Her nakedness had been more proof of her survival than a lure to his libido.
This afternoon, as his wife, she was quite a different vision.A charm against the cruelties that life could bring.A beauty in contrast to the world’s ugliness.She stood here, a tender smile curving her luscious lips.Smart, sassy Ada.
He glanced down and looked his fill.Her breasts were high and generous with pink nipples like large rose petals.Her waist was small.The garter belt gave way as she unhooked it and the sight of her red curls almost made him come.
But she swallowed loudly and tugged his shirt from his trousers.Yanking at his sleeves, she made a frustrated sound.
They’d be frustrated for hours if he didn’t help her.He pulled her close to him and kissed her.God, she was heaven.Supple, warm and whimpering.
Enough!He kicked aside her clothes and lifted her in his arms to place her surely in the middle of his bed.Their bed.A new bed he’d purchased.Unused.For them to make a new union.
He crawled on top of her and she opened her thighs and let him fall between.
“Take your pants off,” she moaned and slid her hands beneath the grey-pin-striped wool.There, beneath his small clothes, she found him and cupped him.
He lost his breath.
She licked her lips and wrapped her fingers around his cock.“Oh, my.How big you are.”
He ground his teeth, her firm claim a spur to decadent hours, nights, days, years with her.
She slid her hand away and burrowed back into the bedding.Her hands above her head, she stared at him with a lazy needy smile.“Now, Victor.Hurry.”
“Hurry?”He pushed up on his elbows and surveyed her.“Not tonight.Not ever.”
She fought the urge to squirm in bashful reaction, but he’d seen her before.Seen her twice quite stripped to her skin.But she wanted to see how he liked her.And from his half-lidded look, he seemed quite taken with her.Mesmerized, she might even say.
“You are the most beautiful creature.”
She squeezed her bare thighs against his hips.Encased in the supple wool of his trousers, his legs seemed firm and very hot.“I need to see that you are beautiful too.Take your clothes off, will you please?”
He dropped a hard kiss to her lips and groaned as he left her.
But he was rather fast, and for that, she was grateful, even if she wished he might afford her minutes to admire his perfection.His shoulders she’d always known were wide.His arms, strong.She’d felt them around her and he had carried her from one room to another, despite his lameness in one leg.But the expanse of his chest, the taut pull of skin over his ribs, that she’d not anticipated and by heavens, he was a marvelous specimen.
“What?”he asked her, his hands to the waistband of his trousers.
She twirled a finger at him.“You are exquisite yourself, sir.”
He blushed.
Oh, she was enjoying this.“How did you get that way?”
“I lift crates in my storerooms.And I do exercises with my employees.”
“What kind?”
“Movement upon the floor or against the wall.”
“Unusual.”
