Morgan delicately eased her out of her clothes, and she savored each sensation as he touched her skin. Soon she was naked on the bed beside him, and he trailed his fingers across her tight belly then up to her full breasts, heavy and yearning for his touch. He fondled the soft buds as she stifled a hiss, arching her back up at the contact. He kissed her on the mouth then, sliding his tongue inside, hungry and wanting.
“Oh, how I missed this,” he growled as he palmed more eagerly. “I need to taste all of you. Now.”
He moved down quickly, planting kisses down her body until he reached her legs. He parted them wide and placed his mouth on her slick folds as he darted his tongue in and out, lapping up each bit of her excitement. He took both hands and grabbed her buttocks, palming her cheeks and pulling her close. She took her hands and put them in his hair, holding on for strength as she began to unravel fast and hard.
“I need you,” she whimpered, her head moving from side to side as she cried out.
“You’ve got me,” he said, looking up only for a moment before he continued kissing her, inserting two fingers and filling her as he began sucking on her needy nub.
“More,” she cried. “More. All of you.”
He didn’t say another word. He stood up from the bed and undressed quickly, giving her full view of his perfectly chiseled chest and strong arms. He was so excited, holding himself to display just how much, and she licked her lips. That was all he needed.
He crawled onto the bed and brought himself up to her mouth. He eased himself in, letting only the tip go past her lips as she sucked deep and hard. She moaned as she began taking him, licking and sucking as best as she could. All she wanted to do wasto please him, to feel him grow harder inside of her mouth. He began to slip in further and he quickly pulled out.
“Is something wrong?” she asked softly as he began to lower himself.
“I can’t wait another moment. I need to be inside of you,” he whispered back.
He flipped her over onto her stomach and drove himself inside her, hard and strong, in a single motion. He repeated it slowly, pushing himself inside of her as if it was a dance. Each movement brought her closer to the edge once more, closer to a feeling of bliss she didn’t think possible. She had lost herself in the stars behind her eyes, his thrusts hitting parts of her she didn’t know existed deep in her belly. Then, he spanked her, light but assertive. Strong. Possessive.
“Is that too much, my girl?” he cried as he gave one more playful smack. “Or can you take all of me? Are you ready to explore my treasure trove? Can I show you my every fantasy?”
“Yes,” she rasped as her fingers dug into the eiderdown. “I want to be your everything.”
“Good,” he said as he gave one more light spank and brought her home. “You already are.”
After they had unraveled and savored a lavish supper in bed, they were ready for much needed rest. And there, in the safety ofeach other’s arms, in the home they’d continue to build together, wrapped in a blanket of love and hope and the promise of tomorrow, the two fell asleep.
Two people who’d been broken and afraid. Two people who’d found the courage to love despite the risk. Two people who’d choose each other, persevere when times would be hard. Especially when it was hard. And who would continue choosing each other, for all the days and years to come.
Epilogue
SIX MONTHS LATER
“Uncle Morgan! Uncle Morgan, look what I can do!”
Philip hung upside down from the settee in Ambrose and Imogen’s drawing room, his face red with exertion and triumph.
“Very impressive,” Morgan said, though his expression suggested he was mentally calculating the likelihood of the boy tumbling onto his head. “Though perhaps you should?—”
“I can do it too!” Arthur announced, immediately flipping himself over the arm of a chair with considerably less grace than his brother.
“Boys!” Miss Winslow called from across the room, where she sat with Eliza and Imogen. “Indoor voices, please. And definitely no calisthenics on the furniture.”
“But Uncle Morgan said it was impressive,” Philip protested.
“I said no such—” Morgan started, then sighed as both boys grinned at him with identical mischievous expressions. “I’m being framed.”
“Welcome to my world,” Ambrose said, settling into a chair with a glass of wine. “They’ve perfected the art of selective hearing and creative interpretation.”
Eliza laughed from across the room, and Morgan felt his chest warm at the sound. She looked radiant today, her cheeks flushed with happiness, her eyes bright as she chatted with Imogen and Helen. The deep blue of her gown brought out the hazel in her eyes, and her hair was arranged in a style they’d seen in Vienna six months ago, loosely pinned with small pearl combs.
“Stop staring at your wife like a besotted fool,” Ambrose said, amused. “You’ll give yourself away.”
“I’m not staring.”
“You absolutely are. You’ve barely taken your eyes off her since you arrived.”
