“I was at Tattersall’s looking at prize horseflesh when it occurred to me that my wife seemed unhappy. And I have made it my number one task to make you happy, so I came home to see what I could do. Jacobs met me with the note.”
She nodded. “I’m ever so glad we’re together. Here. Now.”
“You came here for Diana and for me,” he said wonderingly. “I love you.”
“Kiss me,” she demanded.
“I wouldn’t continue if we weren’t married. It would be a devilishly scandalous tryst.”
“How chivalric,” Purity said, digging her fingers into his shoulders and wriggling her hips under him, urging him to get on with it.
“Although I ought to halt anyway,” he added, teasing her mercilessly. “Propriety and decency demand I stop at once and take you home to our marital bed.”
“Propriety and decency be damned,” she said, sinking her fingers into his hair and dragging his head down to her. “Besides, that is an imaginary rule.”
Matthew claimed her lips, tilting his head and devouring her. As his tongue slipped into her mouth, he felt the magical moment when she surrendered.
“Mm,”she moaned as he stroked her tongue.
Tracing a line of open-mouthed kisses down the slender column of her neck, he plucked one of her rosy nipples between his lips, swirling the tip of his tongue against it.
“I like that,” she said with frankness.
He was glad she spoke. Previously when they swived, he guessed her likes and dislikes. He’d been storing away in his memory each time she gasped or moaned, intent on mastering the art of pleasing her.
After attending to her other lovely peak, he feathered a path with his tongue down her stomach, laying a teasing trail over her hip bones to their cradle, halting only to nuzzle the short soft thatch between her legs.
Purity gasped and lifted her hips. This was one thing he already knew she enjoyed immensely. Continuing to scorch a path over her heated skin, he noted the gooseflesh left in his wake as she hummed with pleasure.
Each time he had her naked, every inch of her was a new horizon to explore, her slender ankle needed to be stroked, the back of her knee was ripe for a kiss, the inside of each thigh was perfect for his tongue to tease.
When she was writhing, he couldn’t deny either of them any longer.
Settling over her heated body, Matthew nestled between her thighs, fitting the tip of his shaft to her moist core.
“Yes, please,” she said, with her usual politeness.
Instead of making him laugh, however, it further inflamed him.
Yes, please, indeed!
Slowly, carefully, he entered her, glad that she felt slippery already from his ministrations. Yet as he penetrated deeper, he braced himself on one forearm and slid his other hand betweentheir bodies. With his thumb, he found the apex of her passion, the little nubbin that made her gasp and arch back.
This, he circled and stroked while sliding his arousal all the way inside her until he was solidly sheathed.
Holding on to his control by the thinnest of threads, he kissed her, feasting on the sweetest lips he could ever imagine. Then he lifted his head and smiled at her.
“Now,” she whispered.
He wanted to reach under her, take her buttocks in his hands, and cradle her hips up against him so he could thrust deeply. But her release had to come first.
Continuing to caress her pearl with his thumb, he rose and surged into her again. A steady, time-perfected rhythm that had her trembling beneath him while sweat broke out between his shoulder blades.
From his position, he watched her face, beautiful and beloved, until she tilted back with closed eyes and her dark lashes feathering her cheeks. He saw the moment when the force of her pleasure swept her over the edge.
He knew she was soaring.
With her body clenching around him, he could wait no longer, driving into her and drawing out, his hips rocking at a galloping pace that had him joining her in a heady, breathless peak within seconds.
