The woman who loved him.
Sighing, he reread the last paragraph in the letter. His eyes had moved over the words, but he hadn’t comprehended a one of them.
His wife’s presence tended to have that effect.
Winnifred finger-walked her hand up his abdomen, slipping under his cravat and finding its way to bare skin.
“When you dragged me outside for this picnic, you did say I could read my correspondence,” he reminded her. Not that his complaint had any teeth. Any time Winnifred wanted to express her affection, he would revel in it. The intimate gazes, the whispered ‘I love you’s, all were coming more frequently but each gesture was precious to him. His wife could declare her love morning, noon, and night, and he would still be greedy to hear it.
Sliding her leg over his, Winnifred protested. “I haven’t said a word while you’ve read Montague’s letter.” She rocked her hips into his thigh, the heat between her legs felt even through their clothes. “Has everyone involved in the plot been apprehended?”
The sly minx. Sin knew her game. And she played it well, trying to seduce him while pretending innocence of the effects of her actions.
Well, he could play, too.
“Shall I read you the letter?” he asked as he dropped his free hand to her knee. He inched up the material of her gown and read her the high points. “The three men who were to attack the mint are facing charges in Edinburgh. Abercairn and his associates have been removed to London, however, for trial.” He finally found silky skin. He dragged the pads of his fingers up her smooth thigh to dip in the crease where thigh meets cunny.
She sucked in a breath.
Sin bit back a smile, pleased with his triumph. Until her hand began playing, too. She stroked him through his trousers until his cock hardened.
Sin cleared his throat and forced himself to focus. “This bit of intelligence won’t please you. Lady Abercairn has foresworn her husband, declaring no knowledge of his subversive activities. As the earl has yet to speak against her, Liverpool felt he has no choice but to release her.”
“What?” She removed her devilish hand and rolled onto her side to glare down upon him. “She was just as involved as her husband, if not more so. I believe she was the one who reigned in that marriage.”
Sin took her hand and put it back where it belonged. “I don’t doubt it,mo chridhe. Lord knows I would do anything for you. But we are a nation of laws, and if there is no evidence, there can be no conviction.”
“Hmph.” But she settled back against his side and resumed her tantalizing strokes. “You wouldn’t betray your people and your country for a woman.”
No, but Winnifred would never ask him to, either. For something she truly wanted, there was no limit to what he wouldn’t do to give it to her.
“Ah, here’s a bit of good news.” A breeze ruffled the page, and Sin snapped it straight. “Montague requests three copies of your planting guide when you’ve finished writing it. He and two other landowners he knows would like to implement your findings.”
She huffed. “My research isn’t completed. It is still too soon for there to be any findings in my experiment at the Fraser’s farm. You give me too much credit to your friends.”
That hardly seemed possible. “But you will send him the guides when you’ve finished?”
She kissed his jaw. “Yes, I’ll send him the copies.”
A groan escaped him as a cool breeze met his hot skin. Winnifred released the last button on his falls and took him in hand. She gripped his base, squeezing snuggly, and twisted her wrist as she fisted his length up and down.
Sin’s eyes rolled back in his head. Sweet Saint Mungo. The woman was going to be the death of him.
But not before returned the favor. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her on top of him so she straddled his stomach, his letter buried under her skirts. “Enough nonsense, woman. Ride me.”
She widened her eyes innocently. “But I wish to hear the rest of the letter.”
Grumbling, Sin crumpled the missive into a ball and tossed it away. He lifted her until her center hovered over his cock. His crown dipped between her lips, but she held herself away.
“You wish to tease, my love?” He rolled, holding himself between her splayed legs. “I can do that.” Crawling backwards, he buried his face in her heat.
He licked and nipped, loving the taste of her, The sell. The moans spilling from her mouth as readily as the honey from her core.
He raised his head. “Say it again,” he ground out.
Winnifred sucked one finger into her mouth then lowered it to circle her nub. “Say what?”
Sin knocked her hand away. He would be the one to give his wife pleasure. It was his duty after all. His duty and his obsession. He flattened his tongue and slowly swiped from her opening to her clit. “I can do this all damn day. Never allowing you to tip over the edge.” He couldn’t. He would go mad if he didn’t bury himself balls deep within her soon. “Say the words I need to hear.”
