He would make love to her and not give her his heart. He did need an heir. He’d been foolish denying himself one. She could busy herself taking care of the houses and the children and he could avail himself of her gorgeous body once in a while. That didn’t mean he’d give her his heart. That didn’t mean he loved her. Yes, he could do this. He was a master, a rogue. This was only sex.
***
Once Hart was completely naked also, he slowly lowered himself down to the bed. Meg’s eyes scoured over him.
“You’re… perfect,” she whispered, watching him intently. His body looked as if a sculptor had carved it out of stone. His sinewy neck, wide shoulders, taut chest, and flat abdomen tapered into narrow hips and long legs. He was ready for her. Sarah had explained enough about it that Meg knew that much. Lucy had explained something else Meg couldn’t contemplate lest she blush from head to toe. There would be time for that later. For now she had the distinct impression that Sarah had been right. Her husband knew precisely what he was doing in bed and he was about to show her.
He moved atop her and there was the strange sensation of a male body pressed against hers, all sinewy and hairy and hard and hot and heavy. He kissed her neck again and she thought she might go half mad with longing. He moved down her body and cupped one of her breasts in his palm. His mouth came down to meet his hand and he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Meg gasped. She arched her back to meet his lips, her nipple an aching tight point as he laved it. She clasped the back of his head, letting his soft dark hair filter through her fingers.
“Hart,” she whispered, her head tossing fitfully against the pillow. He tugged at her nipple with his teeth and sucked it hard. She closed her eyes, awash in a tide of sensations she’d never experienced before. His hand moved down between her legs and lightly traced the outline of her most intimate spot. One of his long fingers slid between her cleft and stroked the soft, wet skin there. The sensation overwhelmed her. She twisted her hips away.
“No,” he said. “Let me touch you, Sweet. Relax.”
Relax? How was she supposed to relax when he wasdoing things to her body that made her tighter than a bow? She closed her eyes and his finger slid inside her. She cried out and arched up.
“Hart,” she called. He kissed her to absorb the sound. His finger began to move inside of her and she forgot everything else. She forgot her shyness and her embarrassment and her uncertainty as a wave of pleasure rode through her. He eased his finger out and with the tip he circled a spot so perfect she cried out again. Her feet tensed and her back arched. She tried to sit up. “Hart, I can’t—”
“Shh,” he whispered in her ear, sending goose bumps skittering along her skin. “Yes, you can. Let me touch you. I promise, it’ll be worth it.”
Worth it? Was he mad? It was already worth it. She never wanted him to stop touching her, but could she handle any more? She was on fire. He kept circling the spot with his finger until she dug her fingernails into his back, until her feet pushed against the mattress, until her knees squeezed his hips, until she called his name and exploded in a shower of light and feeling unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
When Meg floated down from of the haze he’d shot her into, she opened her eyes and blinked. Suddenly shy, she gave him a tentative smile and pulled up the sheets to cover her breasts. “I had no idea you could do that. If I’d known, I would have demanded my marital rights on our wedding night.”
He gave her a boyishly handsome grin. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He nudged his forehead against hers and kissed the tip of her nose.
“Enjoyis not the correct term. I’ve been told how to do some awfully scandalous things but I had no idea that—”
He shot up onto an elbow. “What sorts of things?”
Meg darted her nose under the sheet and blinked at him. “Nothing.”
“No, you said you’ve been told how to do some scandalous things. Like what?” His grin was roguish.
Meg pulled the sheet back down to her chest and bit her lip. “My friends and I were discussing seduction.”
Hart traced the outline of her ear with his finger. He bent to trace his tongue along the same path. Meg shuddered. “I gather. What did they tell you?”
“I can’t say it.” She turned her head and buried her face in the pillow. “I’d die of embarrassment.”
“Very well, what if I lie here and youdoit then?” He waggled his eyebrows at her.
Meg turned her head to allow one eye to peek out from beneath the sheet. She nodded.
Hart flipped onto his back and crossed his arms beneath his head, his naked body open to her. Meg regarded him. The man was a work of art. Even his knees and calves were manly. She traced her finger along the inside of his thigh and he flinched. Drunk with the knowledge that he reacted to her touch that way, she moved her hand to the juncture between his thighs and wrapped her fingers around his length.
***
The moment Meg’s hand touched him, Hart groaned. She’d surprised him, his innocent wife. He was eager to see what she’d learned from her married friends. He wanted her so badly he thought he might explode. Her eyes explored his body, and he reveled in it. He was young and fit and had never been more pleased to display his assets.
She’d come apart in his arms and it was the mosterotic thing he’d ever seen, giving her an orgasm while she was still innocent. He hadn’t done that with a woman in ages, but with Meg he felt like a lad again. It was almost as if it was the first time he’d been touched or touched a woman. Such a different experience than he was accustomed to.
How did Meg manage to make everything feel fresh and new? When his beautiful innocent wife wrapped her delicate fingers around his cock, he nearly exploded with desire. When his beautiful innocent wife lowered her sweet, pink lips to his cock, he was certain he would go up in flames. She kissed the tip and stopped. For a moment he thought she would stop there, and he nearly sobbed. But then the slightest hint of wetness flickered across the tip. She’d licked him. She was using her tongue. Sweet Jesus. Her lips opened over him and she sucked the tip, hard. Hart dug his fingers into the sheets, nearly ripping them. “Jesus Christ.” His voice was a harsh whisper.
“Is this too much?” came Meg’s sweet tone. Her breath was a hot puff against his cock. “Do you want me to stop?”
“On the contrary,” he managed to pant. “Please don’t stop.” His voice was a husky rush of air.
Her mouth descended once more and this time she slid him into her throat. Hart pushed himself up on his elbows to get a better look. He’d had whores who hadn’t been this damn good.
