Page 77 of Wild Lily
“Tell me,” he whispered as he urged her even closer, “if this tastes like duty.”
He put his lips to hers and she melted against him, giving as much as she got.
Breathless, he broke away. “Is it?”
“What?” She stared at him, her eyes half-lidded and dreamy.
“Duty?”
She focused on his mouth but ran one hand up into his hair and held on. “Kiss me again and I’ll know.”
With pleasure.He chuckled. Her mouth this time was open and he darted inside, his tongue savoring the silken cavern. She met him with fervor. A violent need to possess his wife exploded in him. He’d waited so long, months, half a year, to claim what he increasingly knew he could not live without. She was all naivete to him, all sensuous ingenue, a blithe spirit and he, rogue that he was, burned to put his hands all over her and capture all those essences he’d long forgotten in himself. She was soft and wholesome, yet yielding and oh so tantalizing.
She pulled away with a gasp of delight. “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever done.”
Dear lord. What madness do I have license for now? Go slowly, man. Slowly.On a groan, he secured himself into the corner of the coach and brought her with him over his lap. With deft fingers, he plucked hair pins here and there from her coiffure and undid the top button of her blouse. Her hair fell around her shoulders and he captured a handful to bring it to his nose and inhale her fragrance. He brushed his full palm over her cheek and led her to rest her mouth on his as he whispered. “I should do this as a man who’s come to call on his intended. You missed that necessary step in courtship.”
“Are there a lot of steps?” She sounded spellbound and a little dismayed.
Darling minx.“A few.”
“Then do it.” She snapped shut her eyes and puckered her lips.
She was a rare woman. Lovely. Tempting. And funny. “My dear wife, you look like a governess sucking on a peppermint stick.”
She opened one eye. “Are you putting off kissing me? If this is the way it’s going to b—”
He slammed his lips on hers, muffling her cries and kissing her in a thousand small pecks to catch his breath. She’d undo him. All his resolve to be a gentleman, take her prudently and ensure she enjoyed her deflowering as much as he.
“I like that,” she said between his sips of her mouth.
“And this?” he asked before he took possession of her lower lip and bit her gently.
“Yesss,” she breathed and wiggled so decidedly that he longed to be naked with her.
His hands found the other buttons of her cambric blouse and worked at them. Her breasts had tormented him for too long. He remembered their firmness, their fullness, her large rosy nipples and he could taste them now again if he wanted.
And he wanted.
She batted his hands away and worked at her own buttons. She had no more than three undone when he slid his hand inside along her satin skin. Her corset was a rigid, cutting thing. “I’m going to forbid you to wear stays for the next forty years.”
She let out a laugh. “I’ll be a scandal.”
“No, you won’t,” he promised as he took her lips over and over again. “No one will know. They’ll never see you. You’re not leaving our bed for at least that long.”
He left a trail of kisses down her long, graceful throat. She arched up against him, her hands clutching his lapels. “Could you find me that fascinating for that long?”
He snorted. Cupped one round breast and stroked her nipple. “At least.”
She sent her tongue along her lower lip and writhed as he stroked her to a hard point. “Yes, um. Yes. I think you’re right.”
“God, why do we bind women up in these contraptions,” he muttered as he turned her around. “Let’s loosen your stays.”
She lifted her hair, her breathing hard. “Oh, let’s.”
He pulled her blouse up, found her stays and the bows, tugged at them and had her free of the monster with his hands sliding around her, inside the cups to treasure her glorious breasts. He let his eyes fall closed, the wealth of her in his hands making his cock stand like a warrior ready to take her.
But she turned in his arms. She stroked his cheeks and kissed him as if she were enthralled by him. “I’ve wanted this. More of you than I had that night in the stables.”
