He swallowed. “Do you need a few minutes?”
She tittered. “No, but...” Her eyes rounded. “The servants have no doubt finished their luncheon by now,” she whispered. “Mr. Pruitt will come to see if you’re awake.”
“We’ll leave a note on the door,” he said.
Blinking, Angelika asked, “Saying what?”
“Do not disturb. Betrothed couple... coupling?” he offered with a guffaw.
“Andrew!” she scolded.
He sobered “You will be mine? My wife? My duchess?” he whispered.
Angelika wondered at the sound of uncertainty in his words. “I will be yours. And you will be mine.” She said this last in a voice filled with warning.
His arms were like steel bands as they wrapped around her back and pulled her hard against him. His lips once again claimed hers in a crushing kiss that left them both breathless as they began to undo buttons and knots and bows and laces. Drapes were drawn, and with the fireplace providing the only light, the room took on a darkness tinged with gold.
With him wearing only a shirt and her a chemise, the two tumbled onto the bed. The frantic movements of only a moment ago were replaced with tentative touches and deep kisses, soft breaths and softer murmurs.
When Andrew saw the silhouette of her ruched nipples through the fabric of her chemise, he brushed a thumb over one as he suckled the other, delighting in hearing her inhalations of breath.
When she slid a hand down the front of his body, her fingers traced the contours of his muscles through the blond hair that covered his chest down to where his manhood jutted from a nest of darker curls. She stared in awe as it seemed to move of its own accord with her every touch.
Before she had finished drawing a finger down its throbbing vein, she gave a sound of protest when Andrew pushed her back to the bed. The sound changed to one of appreciation when he skimmed a hand down her belly, his fingers spearing her mons until they pressed into her wet folds.
She jerked beneath his hold, gasping when the fingers touched her engorged womanhood. Her quiet “yes” and the way she tilted her hips and opened her thighs emboldened him to do more. Rubbing her harder, he thrilled at hearing her quiet pleas for more until her body quaked and quivered and one of her hands moved to still his.
He was atop her in only a moment, one hand cupping a globe of her bottom while he used the other to hold himself over her. The tip of his manhood poked into her entrance even before the sharp darts of pleasure had run their course, and in three tentative thrusts, he was buried in her.
Angelika inhaled, her chest lifting from the bed as his lips captured hers for a brief kiss.
“Does it hurt?” he asked in a whisper.
She shook her head. “I don’t think so. Does it hurt you?” Lifting her knees to press them into the sides of his thighs, she sighed. “Oh, that’s much better,” she whispered.
He had to suppress the urge to chuckle. “I have never felt anything so wonderful in my entire life.”
“I’m not sure what to do.” Her hands slid to the sides of his chest as if seeking a good place to hold on.
Andrew dropped his head almost to her shoulder. “You’re tickling me,” he said, his lips taking purchase on hers for a quick kiss.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to. I don’t know where to put my hands.” When he pulled out of her, nearly all of the way, she made a sound of protest and gripped his hips. “Don’t go.”
He thrust into her, causing the ropes beneath the mattress to groan nearly as much as he did.
Understanding what to do, Angelika met his next thrust with an upward thrust of her hips. She delighted in hearing his soft curse of surprise as his sac collided with her quim. When he continued his thrusts, each one a bit quicker than the one before, she matched his rhythm and clenched hard on his manhood.
Unable to stave off his release, Andrew thrust into her one more time and stilled his movements. The spasm that gripped his body had his entire torso rising, the cords of his neck showing in relief as his head lifted.
Angelika watched in awe and inhaled sharply when she felt his release at her core. The wash of warmth flooded her insides as Andrew’s body remained suspended over hers. Then all at once, he seemed free of whatever had held him, and he relaxed atop her.
Wrapping her arms around his back, she held onto him until his breathing returned to normal. “Are you... are you all right?” she asked in a panicked whisper.
“Oh, yes. We’re doing this again,” he replied, finally lifting his head to regard her with a grin.
She gave him a brilliant smile. “I should think so,” she replied. “It’s a perfect activity for a cold afternoon. I’m all warm and—”
“You’re shivering,” he countered, his expression changing to concern.
