No more time.
Damn it, he was going to—
He jerked his cock from her body as he came, thick spurts of his seed streaming from him as the power of his orgasm rocked through him. And then he tore his mouth free of hers at last, both of their breathing ragged. He tucked himself back into his trousers with haste, thinking to use a handkerchief to clean her.
Her legs were still spread, and through the split in her drawers, he saw his seed all over her pink, swollen folds. It was lascivious and beautiful. Gently, he swirled his spend over her lips, over her plump clitoris. She made another sound of impatient desire, and he found himself mesmerized. Determined to make her come one more time.
He sucked a nipple, slicking his mettle on her as she writhed and made shallow thrusts that told him she was nearly there. His fingers wet with the combination of her dew and his release, he sank two fingers deep, curling them to find the spot he knew made her wildest.
She shook and cried out, spending on his fingers.
When the last of her tremors subsided, he withdrew and finally used his handkerchief to clean the both of them. Gently, he lowered her skirts and helped her to her feet. Together, they tugged her bodice and sleeves back into place, stopping for kisses every few seconds, as if they could not get enough of each other.
She was flushed and disheveled, and he had never seen her more beautiful as she sent him a shy smile. “Well. I do not suppose we shall see the roses today.”
He laughed and kissed her sweet mouth.
Chapter 7
I have most recently received purchases made by Her Grace which include a gold ring, etc. from the jeweler in London, one Smythe & Sons. It could prove the puppy’s downfall.
~letter from the Duke of Longleigh to The Honorable Mr. George Shaw
“Here I am, prepared for cycling,” Robin announced with a note of disbelief in his voice.
“Yes.” Tilly smiled at his lack of enthusiasm. “Do not sound so excited.”
He looked at ease and handsome in the cycling costume she had bought him. A cricket cap was perched at a rakish angle on his head. The gray tweed Norfolk jacket and knickerbockers brought out the brightness of his eyes. But then, Robin could be wearing rags and he would still be the most beautiful man she had ever beheld.
She’d had the tandem cycle and costumes delivered to them from London at quite a dear expense, but Tilly was determined to make the most of their month together, which was coming to an end. But they had both remained resolute in the decision they had made in the gardens. They were not ready to part. In the intervening time, their love had only grown deeper and stronger.
“I am invigorated at the prospect of balancing my arse on a small seat and pedaling about on three wheels,” he told her, his voice dry. “Truly, I swear it.”
“It is great fun,” she assured him, “after you become adjusted to it. Indeed, there is nothing lovelier than taking a ride through the country on a summer’s day. One of my dearest friends, Mrs. Shaw, persuaded me to try it, and I have never regretted it for a moment.”
Of course, she had fallen several times when she had initially learned the sport.
No need to tell Robin that just yet. Besides, the club tandem tricycle was quite sturdy and safe.
“I shall reserve judgment as to whether or not I should offer Mrs. Shaw my gratitude or my resentment,” he said with a wry grin as his gaze traveled over her in a sweeping gesture. “I cannot say I mind the opportunity to ogle you in your cycling costume, however. Any chance I have to see your ankles, I will happily seize.”
Warmth rose to her cheeks—a habit whenever the two of them were together. Which was nearly every waking hour. They had become quite inseparable as the days had gone on.
“It is perfectly proper,” she defended of the short skirt worn atop knickerbockers of her own, and her matching coat bodice. To complete her ensemble, she wore a jaunty straw hat and doeskin gloves. The costume was quite comfortable, and every bit as freeing as her rational dress. No corset for her today, either.
And she did not miss the torture for one second.
“I would not care if itwereimproper,” he said, giving her a heated look laced with promise.
“Of course you would not, wicked man.” There was no sharpness in her voice, for she relished his wickedness.
Her heart beat faster and heat spread lower, between her thighs. But now was not the time for indulging in passion. She had an afternoon planned for them. It was a diversion they both needed desperately given the seriousness facing them. In two days, Longleigh would be returning to Coddington Hall.
What came after their blissful month together would not be easy.
But she was prepared.
Until then, she wanted to simply throw herself into Robin and what remained of this unfettered time they could share together.
