“I want you now,” she said.
His eyes flared. If he looked hungry before, now he looked voracious.
“Are you certain?” he asked with quiet intensity.
“Are you going to make an honest woman out of me, Mr. Granger?”
“As soon as I can get you to say yes,” he said fiercely.
“Then make love to me. I need you, Jack.”
In the next heartbeat, he notched his cock to her slit, the wide head pushing into her, spreading her, opening her to pleasure. She gasped at his possession, the fullness of it, the totality. There was no sheath, no barrier to their union, nothing to separate his flesh from hers. His massive cock lodged into the center of her being, and she felt whole.
“This is where I belong, Lottie,” Jack growled. “Right here. Inside you.”
“Yes, my love. Yes. Give me more.”
She pushed back on him, and he responded with a savageness that stole her breath. He withdrew, ramming into her with blissful force. The dishes clattered as he rode her, taking her to a rapid zenith. As heat began streaking through her limbs, she felt his thumb sweeping along her crack, pressing into her smaller passage. The forbidden thrill catapulted her over the edge, and her entire being exploded with joy.
Pulling out, Jack turned her onto her back and plowed right back into her. Even spent, she felt a frisson of excitement at his lustful intensity. His eyes were half-lidded, his mouth slack, the sculpted muscles of his torso rippling as he pounded into her.
“You have noidea.” He squeezed his eyes shut briefly, sounding drunk on pleasure. “How good you feel…”
“I havesomeidea.” She fitted her legs in the hard grooves of his hips, her heels bouncing against his taut arse. “I am yours, Jack. Whatever you want. Whatever you need.”
“You, Lottie. I needyou.”
His movements became savage, his eyes gleaming with a primal prerogative. Looming over her, he claimed her with unbridled vigor, and she loved it. Her nerve endings reawakened, sparking to life with his sensual onslaught. He swooped down and sucked her nipples, tugging on some invisible cord in her pussy. She clenched on his driving rod.
“Just like that,” he growled. “Milk my prick, Lottie. Take my seed.”
Even if she wanted to deny him, she couldn’t resist the seductive strokes of his cock, his persuasive fondling of her pearl. He fingered her bud as he shafted her, setting off deeper, longer tremors. Bliss gushed from her, and he arched his neck, bellowing as he hilted himself, flooding her with tide after tide of his heat.
Breathing harshly, he leaned over and kissed her.
Then he scooped her up and carried her upstairs.
Despite the feast of last night, Jack woke up famished. Lottie’s lady’s maid, a freckled redhead named Jenny, brought up breakfast. He was pleased that Jenny seemed flustered by the presence of a man in her mistress’s bedchamber, which suggested this was an unusual occurrence. From now on, it wasn’t going to be: Jack planned to sleep with Lottie as often as possible. In fact, his goal was to never be apart from her again.
Our home.Those had been her exact words. Even though she knew who he was, she was willing to become Mrs. Jack Granger. Bloody hell, how had he gotten so lucky? All he had to do now was give her a proper proposal. He would shop for a ring forthwith. Flowers, champagne, a bloody orchestra…he was going to set the stage with care and do everything right this time around.
He dug into his food with gusto. When he polished off his plate, Lottie refilled it.
“Worked up an appetite, did you?”
Her eyes smiled at him above the rim of her coffee cup. In his estimation, she was always a goddess; when she flirted with him, he wanted to worship her slowly, thoroughly, until neither of them could move.
“I had to satisfy you, didn’t I, you wanton minx,” he drawled.
“Oh, you did, darling. At least a half-dozen times.”
“Splendid, we have a record to beat. Excellence never sleeps.”
He raised his cup in a toast, and she did the same, laughing.
While he would love nothing more than to banter and make love to his wife all day, there was pressing business to discuss. Her mien grew somber; knowing she was about to bring up the topic, he beat her to it.
“Let us discuss the plan for Brompton’s,” he said.
