Page 66 of Romancing the Rifleman
“If you keep bossing me around, this is going to be very, very short.”He straightened, giving her a quick kiss, then scooped her up, depositing her next to him on the narrow bed.“Although it’s probably going to be short regardless.”
For once, his preternaturally confident wife looked unsure.“Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?”
“Difficult to say.”He peeled his coat off, tossed it on the floor, and yanked at the stock around his neck.“It depends on what you like.I suppose we’re about to find out.”
Her eyes were fierce as she grabbed his shirt and pulled him down on top of her.“Let’s.”
They rolled around, kissing and groping, until Diana was naked before him and he was down to his trousers.He lay her back onto the narrow bunk—he still couldn’t believe he was sharing his wedding night with the daughter of a fucking duke in a plain wooden sailor’s bunk!—and pressed her thighs open.
She frowned when he started to slide down.“Harrington!We’ve done that part before.I want to experience the rest of it.”
“You will.”He pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh.“Believe me, you will.But you’ll have an easier time of it if you’re sopping wet.”
She held her pout.“I think I’m already… already quite…” She trailed off on a gasp as he delved between her folds with his tongue.After a couple of panting breaths, she waved a hand magnanimously.“F-fine.I suppose we can try… your idea.”
He couldn’t help but grin.Lord knew his new wife loved to be licked and fondled on the little button between her legs.And he was damn glad he was the man who got to do it.
He wondered if she would like the rest of it as well.Because of the vow he’d made to her brother, he hadn’t dared to slip so much as a finger inside of her while they’d been at the house party.He was far from a blushing virgin, and he knew from experience that some only derived pleasure from the spot he was currently fondling.
Continuing to tongue her, he slipped a finger inside of her, palm facing up.She was as wet as Cumberland.It went in easily, but he noticed that she stiffened and then started to squirm.
He lifted his head.“Does that hurt?”
“N-no!”she sputtered.
Harrington frowned.Diana’s expression was difficult to read.She looked vaguely… startled?Maybe she was hesitant to admit that what he was doing was less than pleasant.“Maybe it would be more accurate to say uncomfortable?”
He trailed off.Diana did not seem to be attending.She squirmed on the bed, pressing her hips down against the mattress, then gave an experimental wiggle.
Harrington frowned.“Is everything all right?”
She sighed, moving her hips again.An expression came over her face, and this time, he recognized it.
It was bliss.Pure, unadulterated bliss.
He started circling his finger inside her, rubbing her front wall.She gasped in response.“Does that feel good, then?”
Her eyes rolled back in her head.“Sogood!”
He slipped in a second finger.She squealed, but this time, he was certain it was a good squeal.
He tried to lower his head again, but strong fingers knotted in his hair.“Oh, no, you don’t!”She yanked him upward.“Get up here, you silly man.And take off those bloody trousers!”
Harrington had never been so happy to obey an order in his life.
Chapter34
As Harrington settled on top of her, Diana mused that this was the best day of her life, even better than her wedding day.
Just this morning, she had thought she would be stuck in London for the foreseeable future, attending boring balls and insipid dinners, listening to the same vapid gossip over and over until she wanted to scream into her pillow.
Instead, here she was, on this ship with Harrington.She was going somewhere.Doingsomething.
She was on an adventure!
And, if that thing he had just done with his finger was any indication, married life was going to suit hersplendidly.
Harrington seemed to be more nervous than she was.His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly.“Are you sure about?—”
