Page 67 of The Viscount's Seduction
“’Twas not so bad,” she whispered.
He lifted his head and looked at her, braced on his elbows, jaw hard, muscles quivering. Below they were tight, locked, with him buried completely. Two were becoming one.
She was reminded of the hounds when they were breeding. “Are we stuck?” she joked.
He blinked and then a glittery grin lit his face, and she understood. He was being gentlemanly.
Pleasure sparked in her again, making her giddy. “’Twas no more than a pinch, Bakeley. You may proceed.”
He reached back for her foot. “Will you put your legs around me?”
She locked her feet upon his back and squeezed her inner muscles, surprised at the pleasure that rippled inside her.
“You clever girl.” He pulled away and thrust back in and, oh...
It was happening again, joy coming with each thrust, driving that aching need, building it up inside her until the frantic fire consumed them both. She exploded, and then he must have reached his own release, because she felt him pulsing inside the very heart of her.
He propped himself above her again, kissed her soundly, and rolled onto his back.
She hugged the arm he’d hooked around her. “Well. That was very enjoyable.”
His soft chuckle tickled her ear. “Are you sore?”
She tightened her inner muscles again and felt a new twinge of desire, and a tiny bit of soreness. “I’m fine. When will we be doing this again?”
He opened his eyes. He wasn’t smiling now, but the way his hand moved at her waist, she did not think he was feeling irritation. “Very soon.”
That flicker of pleasure within her jumped a little higher. He still watched her through heavy lidded eyes, but as she gazed at him, she saw them slipping lower.
He was completely spent. Getting her to the altar had been his driving purpose for the last two days. And the devil of it was it hadn’t even been necessary to hide from Shaldon, who seemed to be happy they were married.
As her new spouse sank into sleep, she watched him and wondered if he would regret this hasty marriage. Tonight he didn’t, of course. He’d been plenty satisfied, and satisfied that she was satisfied. In the long run, though, would coupling with an unworthy Irish lady be enough for him?
When his soft snore smoothed into a steady rhythm, she eased herself out from under his arm. The lamp still burned, as did the fire, yet it was chilly in this seldom used home. She covered him and found his robe, pulling it and all its manly scent around her, and settling herself before the fire.
Shaldon was looking for Donegal, the man the boys had been taking her to meet. But the boys were Shaldon’s lackeys. So perhaps the men who attacked them on the dock were Donegal’s lackeys. And why would Shaldon think Donegal would have aught to do with her now that she was his daughter-in-law?
And he wanted her to call him Father. It defied all sense. It made her head hurt.
Her stomach grumbled so loudly she thought Bakeley might awaken. She filled a plate and began to eat, going through all the facts again.
“You did saywe would do this very soon,” Sirena said the next morning.
Bakeley propped himself on his elbow and watched a dark beauty spot on her breast move with her breathing. He’d managed to get her fully naked this morning.
“Bakeley. James. Are you listening?”
He touched a finger to the spot and she inhaled sharply.
He’d won the marital sweepstakes. Her passion was worth any sized dowry.
“Yes. Did I say that?”
“Last night. I asked you when we would do this again and you said very soon, but I’d no idea I’d wake up to you prodding me with that great beast of yours.” She smiled while she teased him. “We’ll do this every morning then?”
Her breasts seemed to swell under his palm. “That would be quite acceptable.”
“Shall we share a bedchamber? My parents didn’t. Did yours?”
