“Evelyn,” he said, pushing his hair back in exasperation. “Does this really matter right now?”
“No,” she said, before looking up at him with that stubborn glint in her eye. “But we’ll discuss it later.”
“Of course we will,” he said, before leaning down and kissing her again. She nipped his lip slightly, his cock becoming so hard it hurt. He leaned into her, rubbing against the apex of her legs, and she rocked up against him, causing him to ease back slightly as he took a moment to get himself under control.
She was already better than he had even remembered — maybe more confident, now that she had done this before — and it was going to make it even harder for him to help her find her pleasure before his own.
He lifted his hands to her breasts, which fit perfectly in his palms, playing with her nipples as he slid his tongue over hers, again and again. He had never been this aroused before, and when she slid her hand up his thigh to his cock, stroking him, he had to slip out of her grip.
“You have to slow down,” he practically begged, and she smiled at him in satisfaction.
“Who’s in charge now?” she taunted, and his nostrils flared as he knew she was right. He would do anything for her right now.
Of course, she did the opposite of what he said, keeping her hand on him, stroking him up and down, exciting both of them.
There was only one way to stop her. He slid down her legs, splaying them apart as his tongue found her, dancing over her,as she gasped and arched against him, her fingers locking into his hair.
“Say my name,” he demanded, not knowing why he did, but needing her to recognize who she belonged to in that moment.
“Asher,” she gasped, and he rewarded her by sliding his fingers inside her and arching them up toward the front of her. She nearly immediately unraveled beneath him, calling his name out again and again, which only made him want her all the more.
When she finally came down, she smiled shyly at him and he already couldn’t wait until he could do that again. He greedily climbed up the bed toward her, his hardness pressing against her, and he ran his cock over her wetness, up and down, before pushing inside with a groan as he kept his eyes locked on her again. He moved his hips slowly again at first, knowing she likely still might be getting used to this, but she began to arch up toward him, taking all of his length as she whimpered.
“Don’t hold back,” she said. “Give me everything.”
“Are you sure?” he asked as a bead of sweat broke out on his forehead from trying to hold onto control.
“Absolutely.”
Hoping she wouldn’t regret her request, his hands wrapped around her hips, his fingers digging in as he thrust harder, deeper, still watching her to make sure she was fine with what he was doing.
She didn’t falter, didn’t show him any sign that she wanted to stop, but instead met him, giving back everything he gave to her.
He felt her tightening around him, knew she was close again, thank goodness, for there wasn’t much more he could take.
She came around him with a cry, and he responded, groaning as he pulsed inside of her, emptying himself into her.
As he collapsed on top of her, just holding his weight off of her, he realized that he could very well have gotten her with child by now, a thought which was terrifying and yet…. he alsocouldn’t help but enjoy the thought of her carrying his child. One they made together.
He was in trouble, that was for certain.
He just couldn’t decide if he wanted to get out of it anymore.
25
As reliable as ever, Verity not only arrived the next day but was earlier than expected. The morning light surrounded her as she recounted the tale her cousin had provided. Evelyn had listened in rapt attention and then hurriedly searched for Asher to share with him.
“Your grace, might I have a word?”
The voice came from behind her. Evelyn cringed when it was Asher’s mother who found her instead, in the foyer at the front of the house. She pushed her smile onto her face, hid the papers Verity had given her in the folds of her dress, and then turned around slowly.
“Of course,” she said demurely. “How are you today? And please, call me Evelyn.”
She asked the dowager duchess every time, but the older woman just smiled in that polite way of hers.
“Your grace, do you remain satisfied with our arrangement? Are there not household responsibilities that you would like to retain for yourself?”
Evelyn rubbed her forehead. This was the last thing she needed right now.
