Lewis offered his arm, and Bridget placed her hand at the crook of his elbow. She pressed her cheek against his arm and sighed, inhaling the warmth and scent of him. “I missed you so much,” Bridget whispered.
“And I missed you.”
They walked across the foyer, Bridget giving a small wave to Halls as they passed him.
“Would you like a carriage?” Lewis asked. “In my haste to see you, I did not have one prepared for me.”
Bridget shook her head. “We should walk.”
Lewis inclined his head in agreement, and they set a quick pace through Mayfair. Energy hummed inside Bridget, and that familiar ache curled inside her core.
“I assume that I have earned a reward,” Bridget said slyly.
Lewis chuckled. “More than one, my dear wife. I hope you did not promise to return to your sister for some time.”
“The day after tomorrow,” Bridget said.
Bridget’s face grew hot at the lustful look her husband cast her. “That should be sufficient,” Lewis said.
“Are you certain?” she asked coyly.
“Of course,” Lewis said. “You will need time to recover, won’t you?”
She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling. “Find out.”
EPILOGUE
Bridget’s desire grew within her, as hot as a flame. By the time they reached the townhouse, Bridget could scarcely contain herself. Her core ached with need, and her fingers itched to touch him. They did not even reach the stairs before Lewis was on her. He braced her against the wall and kissed her hungrily. Bridget wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, so hard that her lips and jaw ached.
Lewis dropped his head and trailed kisses along her jaw, her neck, and her breasts. Bridget’s pulse jumped. Each press of his lips against her skin made her sex pulse with need. As if he knew her thoughts, Lewis placed a leg between her thighs. With a ragged groan, Bridget bucked her hips, rubbing her sex against him.
“Please, Lewis!” she exclaimed, her fingers curling in his hair. “Oh! Please!”
“Patience,” he growled against the hollow of her throat.
But while he ordered her to have patience, Lewis seemed quite lacking in that virtue himself. His hands seized great handfuls of her skirts and heaved them clumsily past her thighs. Bridget gasped, as cold air rushed over her legs and her core. She was exposed for any passing servant to see. Her face grew hot, flushed with mortification and a pleasure that she dared not acknowledge. The entire world could have ended around her, and even then, Bridget would have kept kissing Lewis as if her life depended on him.
“I love you,” she whispered. “I love you so much.”
He chuckled, the sound rumbling in his throat. “I love you, too.”
Lewis pressed his body more firmly against her. His manhood was hard against her stomach. For all his talk of having patience and going slow, the effect that Bridget had on him was undeniable. She tossed back her head and groaned raggedly. His hands fumbled with the laces of her gown. Once they were loose, Bridget leaned forward, so he could push the gown from her shoulders.
He pressed her against the wall again, his hands cupping her breasts through her stays. Bridget swept her own hands down his broad shoulders and over his well-muscled back.
“To the bed!” Bridget exclaimed, her voice raw and ragged. “I cannot bear it much longer!”
Indeed, the ache between her legs was so great that she wondered if it was possible to find release from his kisses and caresses alone. Did he even need to touch her aching sex?
Lewis slipped his hands beneath her thighs and in a sudden, strong motion, brought her up. Bridget gasped and wrapped her legs around his waist. A moan tore from her as his manhood brushed against the entrance of her sex. She once more wrapped her arms around his neck and bucked her hips forward. Lewis’s grip on her thighs tightened, and his breath quickened, coming in uneven gasps for air.
“Yes,” he said through clenched teeth. “If we do not go to the bedroom now, I fear we may not make it.”
“Can you carry me there?” Bridget asked.
“With ease.”
As he carried her up the stairs, Bridget kissed his throat. He chuckled.
