Page 87 of Wild Lily
“Do you mind that I do?”
He shot up inside her and held. “Do you?”
She bit her lips. “Oh, no. I love this.”
He slid out and in again, rock hard against the limits of both their bodies. “I want more of you than this.”
Tears burned her eyes. Whatever remained to give him was a mystery. But his desire was all she needed to know. “Have me.”
He grabbed her at her nape, leaned over her and ground his lips on hers. His heat, his ardor, was frightening and beautiful. How had she created that emotion in this man? Or was that what every mating came to? This ferocity? This bliss.
He slammed into her, her body arching up, her cries loud and pleading with him to take all of her.
He growled, coming into her at the same moment that she broke apart, trembling, pulsing. Her culmination was more violent, more satisfying than those the night before. He withdrew his cock from her and arched over her, his forehead to her stomach, his lips to her mound. “You are sensual and generous. As unique as those pearls you wear.” He raised his head and branded her with the delight in his eyes. “You and I will do very well together.”
“If we start each day like this,” she told him with a wicked grin, “I’d agree.”
He threw back his head to laugh. “Come, my dear. You need sustenance for these games.”
She brushed down her garment, accepted his hand and tossed him a wink. “Patience is a virtue, I’m told. But I’m very inclined to play.”
He pointed to the table. “I will not see you waste away. Sit and eat first. Afterward, we can adjourn to the bedroom.”
“You’d humor me?” she asked with a whisper full of bright intentions.
He cupped her cheek and kissed her deeply. “In that, as in much else. Yes. Always.”
Minutes later, she finished eating and Julian lead her up to their bedroom.
He had taught her to crave him.
She followed him, grinning with satisfaction.
They would indeed do well together. In bed. For as long as that fascination lasted.
Would they do as well together out of bed? They could make each other laugh and they could talk about serious matters, like money.
That was a sound beginning.
* * *
“I apologize for my delay, Chelton.” The family lawyer, Phillip Leland, strode across the carpet and gave Julian a small bow. With his offices in the City, Willowreach was a long journey for him. But Julian had sent him a letter the day before his wedding to request his help and he’d come. “I had to spend the night in Ashford. But the rain is hideous. Many roads flooded.”
“Sorry to bring you down to me in the downpour.” Julian offered him the chair before his desk.
With a shock of bright gold hair and large eyes, Leland was a long, lean drink of water. He was a dedicated man, working more hours than he should for their impoverished family. Once in an altercation with a man who’d insulted his sister, he’d suffered a saber cut to his left cheek and a leg injury. Limping, he headed toward the chair and sank into it. “It never ends. Terrible prognosis for your crops.”
“Just as bad for your wounds.”
“I do feel it in my bones.”
“A few of my tenants are down with hacking coughs. A few children too.”
“A shame. Unnaturally cold for mid-June.” Leland, though Julian’s age, seemed to shiver.
“Tea will be here soon. But something stronger in the meantime?”
“Stronger would be welcome.”
