He was tall and handsome and so deliciously strong everywhere. How she admired him and his ability to regain his strength after his accident. He had confided in her that it had taken him some time to recover following his phaeton crash. But when he had been able, he had thrown himself into the one way he could heal himself, if not his mind: through physical exertion. His efforts certainly showed in the breadth of his shoulders and his lean form.
Torrie lowered his forehead to hers. “It may as well have been years. All I’ve been able to think about is you.”
More warmth crept over her. Tentative. Hopeful. Contagious. She couldn’t stop it any more than she could force rain to cease falling from the sky. The way she felt for him was inevitable.
“You have?”
“Yes. Thinking about your lips and how long it has been since they’ve been beneath mine. An eternity, I vow.” His mouth found hers for a long, drugging kiss that stole her breath before he ended it far sooner than she would have preferred. “And holding you in my arms.” The band encircling her tightened in emphasis. “And fucking you.”
At the last wicked statement, her ears went hot. “Torrie!”
Her husband also possessed a shockingly vulgar tongue when in private. One she had discovered she secretly enjoyed.
His grin deepened, unrepentant. “And burying my face in your sweet cunny.”
Now her entire face was hot. “You put me to the blush.”
He winked. “You like it.”
The audacity of the man. But he was not wrong. Shedidlike it. She liked him. She liked the easiness they had settled into together. She liked everything they did, intimate and otherwise.
Also too much.
The nagging sense of fear crept over her once more, but she tamped it down.
“How was your session at Winter’s Boxing Academy this morning?” she asked, seeking to distract herself from the inconvenient emotions churning within her.
“Punishing. Winter has one hell of a fist. I was thinking about you when he landed a blow to my jaw that is still smarting.”
Concern rose, her gaze dipping to the strong, whisker-stubbled slash of jawline. “Are you injured?”
“My pride, yes, and quite dreadfully.” He kissed her again swiftly. “Would you care to kiss it and make it better?”
Her lips tingled from his mouth, and yearning burned through her. “Your jaw or your pride?”
“I was rather thinking of my cock.” His grin deepened at his outrageous pronouncement.
She laughed, but then the laughter swiftly died, because she was thinking about what he had said. Not long ago, she would have been shocked by such a suggestion, such a notion. She wouldn’t have even been able to make sense of it. But now, she understood. And it fanned the flames of her hunger.
“Here?” she asked, daring to glide a hand between their bodies, over his taut abdomen to the fall of his trousers where she found his cock with ease. He was thick and eager and long, so very long, as she wrapped her fingers around his length through the fine fabric separating them.
“Bess.” He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing over the simple knot in his cravat. “I was teasing you.”
“I know you were.” She held his gaze, feeling bold. Feeling needy. Feeling as if she were invincible. “But I want to. I want to pleasure you the way you do to me. Tell me what to do.”
They had been married for several weeks now, and he had introduced her to so many ways the marriage bed could be enjoyed. But like everything where Torrie was concerned, Elizabeth was greedy. She wanted more.
Beneath her questing fingers, he thickened, growing harder. The effect that her words had on him pleased her immensely. Heightened her own desire. She was already wet and throbbing, pressing her thighs together to stave off the rising need.
“Christ,” he muttered, hips rocking into her touch, lowering his face to her throat where he nuzzled her, then sucked on the delicate cord there, so hard that she suspected he might leave a mark. Likely she ought to be scandalized by such a prospect, but at the moment, she was too caught up in her own need to care.
“What are you doing to me, wife?” he added in a low growl.
She stroked him again, her touch firmer, finding the sinful words and the boldness within her that he had brought to life. “Making your cock hard.”
“Ah, damn it. You’re frightfully good at that, aren’t you, love?” He chuckled, nipping at her ear.
An excellent compliment. One she accepted with secret pride.
