“Something amuses you, my lord?” she said softly, not surprised when he shot a glance at the door.
“I believe we might have awoken our neighbors. Or at least, you did.”
“Me?” A blush fired her cheeks though she knew he teased her. “What of you, husband? I heard that roar of yours and I’m certain the rest of the inn did, too!”
He laughed and bent his head to kiss her, Marguerite’s hands reaching up to cradle his face. Not a ravenous kiss or a lusty kiss, but so sweet and loving and gentle that she felt a swelling of emotion unlike anything she’d known before.
How she loved him! Might he feel the same way about her, too? She prayed it was so, dear Lord, she prayed it was so!
Yet when he raised his head to stare down at her again, this time he shifted his hips and to her surprise, she felt him swelling hard within her.
“Did you think once was enough for me, wife?”
His husky query made her shift her hips, too, which made him suck in his breath and begin to move slowly…oh so slowly, in and out of her.
“I’m quite new to this, my lord, but I like it very much. If anyone’s left sleeping, shall we wake them?”
Her low giggle was silenced by his kiss, not gentle at all this time but as wild and impassioned as the way she kissed him back.
