Half of the time, Giles wished to take her sweet mouth with his, if for no other reason than to stifle her smart remarks. The rest of the time, he simply craved the connection to her.
He found her to be an endless source of amusement and companionship. She was not at all like the empty-headed misses of the ton. No, his Juliet possessed brains, as well as good looks and impeccable taste.
She was nothing like he had feared her to be. Nothing at all like his mother, or the other beautiful woman he had known.
Juliet’s beauty ran far deeper than her face. She was kind, considerate, and compassionate—she was everything good. Everything he wanted and needed for the rest of his days.
“Your mind seems to have wandered off,” Juliet said as she sat her cross-stitching aside.
God, he wanted her.
Desired her as he had never desired another woman.
Giles gave into the desire presently heating his blood and went to her. “I was just thinking about how badly I want you.”
She came into his embrace. “Then take me.” She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his.
His cock jerked as his tongue stroked hers, their lips moving together as one. He thought he would tire of her by now. No woman had ever held his interest after a few assignations. That is until Juliet. He had now bedded his wife a half dozen or more times. Still, he craved her.
Giles accepted she was made for him. Fate and God knew what they were doing when they brought him and Juliet together. It could be the only explanation, and he was eternally grateful for their foresight. He treasured her and always would.
Juliet loosed his cravat, then pulled it free before setting to work on his waistcoat.
He covered her hand with his and met her gaze. “I want tonight to be about you. Lay in front of the fire and let me worship you.”
She gave him a saucy come hither look, her blue eyes smoldering, then moved to stretch out on the rug before the hearth.
Giles’s blood burned with desire as his cock throbbed with need. Mercy Juliet was stunning, and oh so tempting.
He removed his shirt before he unbuttoned the fall of his breeches and kicked them free. His small clothes soon followed.
Her eyes smoldered as she stared at his naked form.
He stood there, allowing her to drink in the sight of him while allowing himself some much-needed time to gain control.
Juliet pushed up onto her elbows. Her gaze burned into his as she said, “Do you intend to leave me fully clothed?”
“Certainly not,” he more groaned than spoke the words as he joined her on the rug. He made quick work of stripping her gown and chemise from her delectable body, then gazed at her.
The firelight cast her in an orange glow, her skin radiant, and hair spread around her. She put him in mind of a nymph—tempting him with the mere sight of her.
He fastened his mouth over her rosy nipple, suckling and lapping as he slid his hand between her legs.
She moaned and arched beneath him, greedily taking what he offered, and he reveled in her response.
His fingers found her curls at the apex of her thighs, and he stroked through them to the core of her need. She was hot and wet for him.
He wanted to plunge into her, to fill her and stretch her. To claim her and satisfy his own lust. But he would stay the course until she was begging and writhing with a need all her own.
He moved his mouth to her other nipple and stroked his finger over her moist folds. When her thighs fell open, he slipped his finger into the inviting heat.
As he stroked his finger in and out of her throbbing quim, he trailed fiery kisses between her breasts. Moving lower, he licked and kissed his way down her abdomen to the curve of her hip.
“Oh. Ah… Giles,” she rocked against his hand. “Giles. I need… more. I want more.”
Her breathy sighs and pleading words ignited his blood to the point of frenzy. Desperate to taste her, he brought his mouth to the tiny swollen pearl above her dewy petals and sucked as he stroked his finger faster. The scent of her female essence drove him near to madness.
Her moans became more desperate as she ground against him. “I’m… I… Oh, Giles. Oh God,” she cried.
