“You feel incredible. God, Lucy, I want to feel your pussy convulse around me. Come for me, sweetness.”
Lucy felt his erection throb inside her. She came apart just as he asked, shouting his name. Hart thrust one more time with a hoarse shout of his own, and then she felt his manhood pulse over and over. Shudders of delicious pleasure rendered her boneless in his arms. Her arms slipped from around him, and he laid her gently on the covers. His fingers brushed her cheek. She lazily opened her eyes to find his face inches from hers. He gazed down at her reverently.
She managed to raise her hand to cup his cheek. “Lesson two was my favorite so far. What does lesson three involve?”
Hart chuckled and kissed her before rolling over to lay on his back next to her. He threaded his fingers through hers. The two of them stared up at the canopy as their breathing slowly returned to normal.
“This really is a hideous color,” he said a few moments later.
“I think it’s meant to be pale pink, maybe?”
“It almost looks flesh colored. What is the trim, puce?”
Lucy couldn’t hold back a snort of laughter. “Now I really will not be able to sleep in here by myself thinking of the canopy as skin colored.” She gave an exaggerated shiver.
Hart turned onto his side. Reaching out, he tickled her, making her howl in surprise. “Stop at once! I cannot abide being tickled. I will scream, and the staff will think you are torturing me.”
“I think they all heard you screaming already, sweet.” His eyebrows waggled up and down as his hand hovered just inches over her stomach.
“No?! Do you think so?” Mortified at the thought, she reached for a pillow and brought it over her face. “I’m never leaving this room again.”
Hart wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him. He kissed her behind her ear. “Not all the servants. Just the servants who brought up the water for your bath and maybe the maid who brought up breakfast.” He nibbled on her earlobe. “Besides, I like it when you scream my name. When you beg me for more.”
She lifted the pillow from her face and turned to face him. “You do?”
He nodded. “I always want to know that I am bringing you pleasure. How are you feeling? Did I hurt you?”
Lucy took stock of her body. She felt a little sore between her legs now that her body was beginning to cool from the intensity of their lovemaking.
She shook her head. “You didn’t hurt me. Everything we did felt good. I may be a bit sore…”
Hart sat up. “Let’s get you into a hot bath before the water cools. That should help your lady bits.” He crossed to the door to the adjoining dressing room and disappeared through it to the bathing room. “It’s all set up. Come on in,” he called out.
Lucy walked through to find him swirling his hands in the water of the large claw foot tub. Hart helped her step into the bathtub, which was filled about halfway to the top. She sank slowly down into the warm water with a sigh. This was pure decadence. A knock sounded at the door.
“Yes?” Hart walked over to the door that led to his rooms.
“Two more buckets of hot water, sir.”
“Just put them down by the door. Then leave us be.” Hart replied. After a moment, he opened the door and pulled in the hot water one by one to pour into the bath.
“That feels wonderful. Won’t you come in and join me? There is plenty of room.” She swirled the hot water around her, hoping she looked inviting.
Hart bent to press a kiss to her lips. “I’ll just go see what they brought up for breakfast.”
Disappointed, Lucy frowned. She knew why Hart refused to remove his shirt in front of her. What she didn’t know was how to encourage him to trust that she wasn’t going to be repulsed by his scars. There was nothing that could change how she felt about him. That could change how much she desired him. She traced her fingers back and forth across the lip of the bathtub as she contemplated how she could lure him back into the room.
Letting out a long sigh, she laid her head back against the porcelain edge of the bath. He had been so patient with her naivety last night. Showing her how good sexual relations could feel. All the while holding back on his own needs as she now understood that he had. She should be just as patient with his insecurities.
Lucy finished washing quickly, not wanting the water to get cold before Hart had a chance to wash as well. A stack of fluffy towels sat on a chair next to the bathtub. She dried herself and then wrapped the towel around her, tucking the ends together at her breasts. When she entered Hart’s room, she found him standing by the window looking out. He had layered a dark blue banyan over his shirt, and she mourned how it covered his muscled thighs.
“The water is still warm for you,” she said.
Hart turned around. “I thought you would soak for a while. You didn’t have to get out yet.”
She crossed to him and laid her hands on his chest. “Go on and wash. I’m going to get dressed. Then we can have breakfast.”
“Dressed?” His brows knitted together in disapproval. He stripped off his banyan and draped it around her shoulders. “That’s plenty of clothing for breakfast. I’m not done with you yet.”
