“Oh, no,” Kate giggled.
He took her hand and placed itthere.
Blushing furiously, Kate caressed the sensitive nub as he moved within her. It tightened and throbbed beneath her fingers and produced such an intense surge of pleasure that she lost all sense of where she was. She could only see Robert’s dear face as she cast off all decorum and screamed.
A few minutes later, Robert groaned and pulled away, panting.
Kate kissed his chest, tasting salt and clean sweat. She fell back deliciously languid, almost boneless. Between her legs throbbed pleasantly. Robert tucked his hand there and nestled his face against her curls at her neck. They lay quietly until their breathing eased.
Kate suddenly sat up. “Does your shoulder hurt?”
He stroked a lazy hand over her back. “No, darling.”
She suspected he wouldn’t admit it even if it ached dreadfully. But she was reassured that the bandage was still intact and there was no sign of bleeding.
The painting lying on the floor in its broken frame was of a very unhappy looking man and woman.
“I don’t like that Hogarth much anyway,” Robert said, yawning. He drew her down and settled her close beside him. “One of hisMarriage à-la-modeworks. A satirical work. He obviously didn’t believe arranged marriages were successful.” He drew back and anchored her attention with his frank blue eyes. “Some are though, are they not? Very good, in fact.” He lowered his head and gave a gentle bite to a nipple, sending a delicious shiver through her.
“Yes indeed.” Kate gave a breathy giggle.
