“But you didn’t listen, did you? I told you that you didn’t belong here, and now look at what you’ve done.”
“Please,” she said, her voice throaty, steeped in need. “Take me.”
He gripped his cock and ran himself through her folds. “I want to hear filthy words from that pretty mouth.”
He added just enough pressure to tantalize them both, his cockhead kissed by her silken heat, but he didn’t penetrate her. Not yet. Damn. He was so randy that he was about to spend, and he hadn’t even been inside her yet.
“Fuck me, Aubrey,” she begged, arching into his touch. “I need you.”
The words were like a bolt of lightning straight through him. He sank inside her with one hasty thrust. She came almost instantly, her cunny squeezing him so tightly he had to clench his jaw to keep from losing control.
Gripping her hips, he pushed into her again and again, as the liquid heat of her spend rushed down his cock and she surrendered to him completely. He fucked her harder, faster, watching his cock slide in and out of her pretty pink pussy, looking at how well she took him, as if her body had been made for his. God, it was so good.Shewas so good, so right for him. He couldn’t look away, even as he tried to stave off his impending orgasm. Her pale back, lush bottom, the elegant column of her neck, her cheeks flushed.
Fuck, this woman was dangerous to his mortal soul.
And as he reached his own climax and spent all over the sheets at her side, he couldn’t be sure which of them had emerged from this particular battle the victor. He had intended to prove to her just how heartless he was, but he had managed to prove his utter, abject inability to resist her instead.
Rhiannon was not the only one of them who had surrendered.
Rhiannon was deliriously,ridiculously happy.
Happier than she had ever imagined possible.
It was a guarded happiness, but as she finished breakfast with Aubrey in the small, cozy kitchen of the cottage, she was sure she couldn’t keep it from her expression. She was so desperately in love with him. Not even his continued insistence that he was a heartless, conscienceless villain could quell her unabashed bliss. She suspected that nothing could.
“How is your tea?” Aubrey asked as she sipped from her cup.
His dark mood of earlier that morning had improved now that he had broken his fast. Perhaps he believed he had provedhis point to her and that she was firmly of the opinion he was irredeemable. If so, he was wrong.
He was a good man. The man she loved. The man she had always longed to marry.
“My tea is excellent,” she told him, settling the cup in its saucer. “I must admit that you can pour a proper cup. I wouldn’t have expected it of you.”
“I am a man of many talents,” he quipped with a flourish.
And a man of many facets, she thought quietly, observing him from across the table.
They had fallen asleep again after making love earlier that morning, and then he had treated her to the remaining picnic food from the larder. He had lit the range and toasted bread for her and made tea. Not very ducal and hardly the actions of a heartless scoundrel. He was forever feeding her and tending to her needs.
Rhiannon wisely neglected pointing that out to him.
“Very many talents,” she agreed aloud instead, heat rising to her cheeks as she thought of his skilled hands and wicked mouth.
She’d had no idea it was possible to experience so much pleasure.
“I’m gratified you concur.” He gave her a rakish wink.
“Oh, I certainly do.”
She still couldn’t quite believe where his sinful tongue had been earlier. Rhiannon was reasonably certain she would swoon if she ever mentioned it aloud.
“What has put that expression on your lovely face?” he asked, raising a brow.
He was insufferably handsome this morning, his whiskers a bit more pronounced, his green eyes vibrant and warm on hers.
“The tea, of course,” she lied smoothly, bringing her cup to her lips.
“I didn’t know you found tea so…moving.” He gave her a slow smile that made her bare toes curl on the old stone floor.
