Lifting her gaze to his, she gave a saucy little smile.
“Now I shall taste you as you tasted me,” she vowed.
God, yes,he thought, about to close his eyes and accept her gift when he saw her bite her lower lip and glance down at his fully erect shaft.
She was still practically an innocent.Before she could touch her mouth to the head of his robust arousal, he caught her chin, feeling his insides heat with a fierce tenderness.
“Wait.”His thumb brushed across her kiss-swollen lips.“Not yet, sweetheart.I will wait for that particular honor when you’re my wife.”
Pulling her up the length of his body, he rolled her beneath him once more.
“I promise, we’ll explore that later.And so much more.”His voice dropped to a husky murmur as he nudged her knees apart and settled between them.“So much more.”
In answer to her quizzical expression, he merely smiled.They had years ahead of them to enjoy one another.For now, he wanted to worship her body in the simplest fashion he knew face-to-face and heart-to-heart.
Resting on one hand, Jonathan used his other to guide the reddened and ready tip of his cock to her opening.
“I love you,” he said, believing they were the truest words he'd ever spoken.
“I love you,” Lise echoed, her gaze locking with his as he entered her.
Unlike their first time, he filled her in one slow, deliberate thrust, his thick length fitting perfectly.Tightly enough to make him see stars.
She gasped at the same time that he did.And then he began to move, the exquisite friction taking him to a place of pure pleasure where there was nothing to think about besides their bodies joining.
Setting a deep, steady rhythm, he watched her beautiful face and gave everything he had.Each thrust was a promise that he was hers, claiming her over and over.Until he was breathing heavily, like a hard-ridden horse.
The long separation and the fear of never seeing her again dissolved into nothingness.When Lise arched her back, meeting him stroke for stroke, he thought her to be a miracle.His miracle, in a Harwich inn when he’d believed with utmost certainty that she was five hundred miles away.
“Lise,” he cried out, about to release when he felt her clench around him again, her inner muscles fluttering wildly.
She came as he watched, and the sensations of her tight sheath squeezing his cock sent him over the brink with a ragged shout, his hips jerking against hers as he found his own release.
Afterward, they lay with her head pillowed on his shoulder while their breathing slowed.
“I hope Anna couldn’t hear us,” she whispered.
He laughed.But when she turned her face into his neck, pressed her lips to his pulse, and asked, “What did you mean by ‘so much more’?”her question wiped the smug smile off his face.
“So curious, my love.”His hand slid down her spine to her hip.He felt so damn possessive, Jonathan didn’t think he’d ever spend a day or night apart from her again.“I’ll give you so much pleasure, you’ll never want to leave our marital bed.”
Turning on his side, he pulled her close, molding her back against his chest.After dragging the bed linens over them both, he draped his free arm around her waist and let his chin rest on her hair.Sighing deeply, he felt contentment radiate through every limb.Her answering sigh made him smile.
“To think,” he murmured, “I get to enjoy you like this for the rest of my life.”Pressing a kiss to her shoulder, he added, “I am the most blessed of men.”
She shook her head, then yawned.“It seems unreal.Like a dream.This morning, I was still being rattled in the coach, terrified I had missed you.And here I am, sharing your bed.”
“Someone’s bed,” he said.
That made her giggle.“A viscount in an innkeeper’s bed.”
“With my future viscountess,” he reminded her.“My Lady Bowen.”
“Impossible,” she said.
“You had best get used to the title,” he told her.“And to all the duties that go along with it.”
She caught her breath.“Which are?”
