Alex never imagined he would feel such joy as he did in the carriage on their return home. Never had a visit to the orphanage been quite so tiring. And yet, he felt light as a feather, unable to stop from smiling.
“Are you well, husband?” Emmaline asked from the other side of the carriage and Alex realized he had been staring at her, quite enamored. Still, he saw how she had lifted her skirts and run up and down the courtyard playing catch the mouse with the children. He still saw how they had all flocked to her just as they usually did him.
He had quickly become forgotten in light of the angel among them, and he had happily sat back, watching her play in such a carefree manner that it had pained him to drag her away for the more mundane of his responsibilities.
“I was just…” Alex began, shaking his head. “I am well.”
He cleared his throat. He had been about to gush over how lucky he had become. She made him all too vulnerable.
“I know,” she said softly, smiling with a twinkle in her eye that set Alex’s loins on fire. Nothing needed to be said. He knew, somehow, that she understood.
Perhaps it was the way she leaned forward, sliding her hand up the inner seam of his britches. Or maybe it was simply the fact that she now looked at him in a far kinder manner.
“Emmaline,” he whispered softly, placing his hand upon hers to stop her from traveling further.
“Yes?” she said, her lashes fluttering as she looked at him.
“I wish to apologize. I wish I had been able to show you this side of myself before we…” he cut off, feeling flustered. “Before I forced you into all of this. I wish I had wooed you in the proper manner not simply taken you for my—”
This time it was she who cut him off. She slipped off her bench and onto his knee. Taking his face in her palms, she looked him dead in the eye and said, “I am through with being angry about how we began.”
Alex cringed. The knowledge that he had ever made her angry made him loathsome.
“I am truly so—” he began again but just as before, she cut him off. This time it was with her lips upon his.
She sat upon his lap, her legs draped to one side, clutching his face in a manner that suggested she had no intention of getting up anytime soon.
“Alex,” she whispered against his lips.
“Yes?” he responded, barely able to breathe for his need of her.
At first, she did not respond in words. Instead, she gripped hold of his hand and tugged it down to the hem of her skirts, forcing him to glide his palm up over her stockings, further still to the soft, bare skin of her thigh.
Then she did speak, and as his fingertips were forced onto the moist lips between her thighs, she whispered, “Make love to me.”
Alex's blood boiled but not with anger. It burned with such a need for her that it was painful to try and resist.
He only removed his hand from her skirts to pound on the carriage roof and yell to the coachman, “Drive until I say otherwise!”
Then he slipped his hand beneath her skirts once more. His fingers caressed her until she moaned like a mewling kitten, her face pressed into the crook of his neck. The tugging on his collar suggested she was biting it in an attempt to keep herself quiet. But Alex didn't want her quiet. He wanted to hear her pleasure.
Gripping the tangle of pinned up curls at the back of her head, he pulled just hard enough to force her face back up to his.
Kissing her passionately, he paused only to growl, “Unbutton my britches.”
She did so willingly, making Alex's loins ache even more painfully.
He was quite shocked when not only did she unbutton them, but she also unfastened the lacings of his undergarments, snatching them forward to expose his rock-hard member.
“Alex, I need you inside me again,” she mewled as she lifted her own skirts and shimmied into position atop him.
Her legs straddled him as if he were a horse and happily, he leaned back to watch as she guided herself down on top of him.
The wet, warmth of her body welcoming him in was enough to make him groan through gritted teeth. Never in his life had a woman felt so good.
His hands buried in the folds of her skirt at her hips, and he thrust deep inside her, pulling her down on him until he filled her fit to bursting.
The way her insides squeezed around his throbbing cock almost made him explode right then and there.
