“Technically, this is my bed.”
“Right now, it’s our bed.” Justin’s smug grin had me smiling back.
Our bed.
Lord and Lady save us, I liked the sound of that.
Justin crawled sinuously across my body, sleek and serpentine, for such a heavily muscled male. He trailed kisses as he went, transforming me into a puddle of need by the time he reached my lips. We tangled tongues, clashed teeth, and shared moans as we thoroughly explored each other. My words of affection were lost between sighs, touches, and the disappearance of my last sane thought.
“Grab your oil?” Justin muttered between kisses.
“Oil?” My mind blanked.
Justin pulled away. “I need to prepare you.” His firm tone snapped me out of my passionate haze.
“Oh, right, oil.” I glanced blindly around until I spotted the small bottle on my bedside table. My fingers brushed the bottle but couldn’t quite reach. “You are going to have to let me go.”
“Nope.”
“Please.” I flexed my hips.
“Fine.” He leaned back to free me.
“Thank you.”
Justin accepted the bottle I handed over, pulled off the stopper, and gave it a sniff. “I don’t remember it smelling like this last time. Same person?”
I nodded. “Yep. Olivia’s trying a new recipe, so she sent a sample my way.”
“She does nice work.”
“She does.” Olivia and I had both escaped the same orphanage. I would tell him another day. I didn’t want to wreck the mood.
“Hmm. He dipped his fingers in the oil, then rubbed them together to test the texture. “Very nice. Maybe you could have your friend make me some.”
“If you only use it on me.” I winced. “I didn’t mean that.” My insecurities flared at the most inappropriate times.
Justin lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “You might not have meant to say it, but you meant the words. Having sex with Minerva has shaken your faith in our relationship, and I’m sorry about that. If it makes you feel better, I haven’t had sex with her since we got together.”
“It does, and I’m sorry for doubting you.”
“I will earn back your trust, my beloved wren, I swear.”
I swallowed back tears. I’d turned into a crier, and I didn’t like this weak personality forming. To stand beside a duke, I had to be strong. “I know you will.”
We kissed, a soft emotion-filled embrace, more affection than passion.
“You can have your friend make me scented oil. I have no use for it besides for you.”
“How about you focus on your current task before I lose interest,” I teased, in a desperate change of topic.
Justin wrapped on oiled hand around my fading erection. Two hand squeezes later, I was back to my previous hardness. “I think I can keep your interest.”
“Perhaps,” I teased. His wicked hands pulled a moan from me.
He stroked me a few more times before pouring more oil across his fingers. “Lift up.”
I obeyed with flattering speed.
