“Yes, sweet, move those hips. That’s a good girl.” He found her clit with his thumb. When he pressed it firmly, she shouted his name. “That’s the spot, isn’t it?” He rubbed tight circles relentlessly over her clit.
“Yes, yes, that feel so good.”
Only then did he slide a finger into the wet silky heat of her pussy. Pumping it in and out slowly into the silky heat as she soaked his hand. He inserted another finger and sought out the spot that he knew would make her scream his name.
Lucy lunged forward and captured his mouth in a fierce kiss that stole his breath. She panted against his mouth, her tongue tangling with his, her teeth scraping across his bottom lip. The unguarded passion in her eyes had his hunger for her snapping against the leash of his self-control. Her hips never stopped circling, chasing her pleasure, and he imagined them pumping up and down on his cock.
Gripping the back of her neck, he kissed her back as his other hand worked her tight pussy. Taking her higher and higher until, with a gasp, she pulled off his mouth. Her eyes closed, and her head fell back on a long moan. He rubbed his fingers in the same spot again and again. “That’s it sweet, come for me,” he demanded. His need to see her come apart in his arms wild and desperate. In the next moment, she seized up, her inner muscles pulsating around his fingers, as she screamed his name.
Magnificent in her crisis, Lucy gave herself over to the pleasure with pure abandon. Watching her come apart sent him over the edge. His cock pulsed and bucked as he came in his trousers for the first time since he was a randy boy of fourteen. He brought her lips to his for a long kiss. Then he laid his forehead against hers and tried to regain control of his racing heart. Christ, this woman was going to bring him to knees.
“That was amazing,” Lucy whispered after a few minutes.
He nodded, incapable of putting into words how he felt. Amazing, yes. Destroyed might be the better descriptor.
“That was love making? Maybe the other men are doing it wrong.”
Hart let out a hoarse chuckle. “That was just part of it. Let’s call that lesson one.”
Lucy’s eyes widened. “When is lesson two?”
He shifted them so that he lay down along the sofa with her on top of him, her head tucked into his good shoulder. He brushed her hair away from her face, indulging his fantasy and combing his finger through the long, satin locks. “Maybe in a little bit. A man needs a few moments to recover.”
“Oh,” she said with a small sleepy yawn. With her eyes falling closed, she snuggled against him.
Hart wrapped his arm tightly around her. The intimacy of holding her this close hit him hard in the center of his chest. The loneliness of the past year had been of his own making. A self-protective shell he had created. But Lucy had not paid any attention to his walls. She had marched right back into his life without permission and turned the whole thing on its head. She was a gift he certainly didn’t deserve.
He kissed the top of her head. “Rest. We will get to lesson two soon enough.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Lucy blinked hereyes against the sunlight that streamed into the room. Dark stubble across a strong jawline was the first thing she saw as she came awake. Wrapped in his arms, Hart’s big body kept her warm even though she still wore only her filmy nightgown. Had they slept down here in his study all night? A lazy smile stretched across her face as she played her fingers over his chest. She lay atop her husband,her husband, who had made her see stars last night with his lovemaking.
Last night had been amazing. Eye-opening and Hart had said it was just lesson one. After the way he made her orgasm with his mouth on her breasts and his hand between her legs, she had a fairly good idea where his thick manhood was meant to go. The thought of being filled by him made her wiggle her hips in anticipation.
The man beneath her grunted. His hand at her back slid lower to her bottom and squeezed. “What a delicious way to wake up. Do it again.”
Lucy wiggled her hips, and this time, she felt his hard shaft pressing against her hip. Hmmm, was he always like this?
“Only when I’m around you, sweetness,” Hart murmured.
Had she asked her question out loud? She lifted her head to look down at him. He still hadn’t opened his eyes, but a smile played across his lips. His hair was a wild mess.
She brushed some of it off his brow, playing with the end of one strand. “Good morning, husband.”
His eyes opened the grey mist of them alluring and languid. He squeezed her bottom again. “Good morning, wife.”
From outside the room, a furious female voice made its way through the door. “My mistress is missing; of course, this is my business.”
A male voice replied, “I saw them enter here last night, and no one has come out since. I tell you, they are still in there.”
“Why would they sleep in his study when they have a sumptuous suite upstairs?”
Townson’s authoritative voice cut through. “No one disturbs His Grace when he is in his study.”
“Here, here,” Hart muttered.
Lucy scrunched her nose. “I think we have caused some concern with the staff.”
