Page 59 of A Rogue to Forget

Henry barked out a loud laugh. “Did you just fall asleep?”

Immediately she was alert. “Oh goodness, I suppose I did.”

Withdrawing from her, Henry lay next to her and brought her against the crook of his arm. “Sleep and rest.”

When Hannah awoke, there was little light outside. She turned to Henry who continued sleeping. The fact she’d see him every morning made her giddy. She leaned over him and pressed a kiss to his slightly parted lips.

Henry’s eyes flew open, then upon seeing her, his expression softened. “You are awake.”

“I am so sorry I fell asleep,” Hannah said. “I did enjoy making love.”

“We did not exactly do anything. You were tired.”

“Can you show me again what happens when you move? I am supposed to float.”

His lips curved and he immediately complied, coming over her, his mouth capturing hers with so much hunger that she had to cling to him. It was erotic the way every inch of their bodies pressed close.

When his mouth traveled to her breast while, at the same time, his hands slid up and down her sides, a moan escaped from her lips. “Oh Henry.”

The pressure of his hardness at her core momentarily startled her, but when he slid through the folds of her sex, the silky skin of his rod sent tendrils of heat up and down her body.

She took his mouth with greed, needing to taste him, to have more of him. Then to her delight, he prodded at her entrance. This time it was different. His body seemed to strain, as if he held himself back.

“Hannah,” he murmured against her ear. “I love you.”

He waited for her to adjust to his girth, his hands lazily exploring her body, tracing circles on her skin in a way that took her attention away from where they were joined.

Then he began to move, his rod sliding in and out of her, the steady rhythm of his body bringing her into what she could only describe as the most titillating of dances.

Hannah could not look away from him, the way his face transformed as he became lost in her. But moments later, she could not keep from allowing her eyelids to fall as her entire being threatened to burst.

Then it did and nothing could have prepared her for how beautiful it was.

“More. Please move more.” Hannah gasped out each word.

And oh did he move. Henry took her to heights she’d never imagined.

When Henry collapsed over her, he rolled to lay beside her, his chest expanding with every harsh breath.

“You are amazing,” Hannah said, turning on her side to look at him. “I do not think to ever tire of this.”

“I want nothing more than to make you happy. I will strive to ensure you are always content.”

A smile stretched across her face, and she trailed her fingers lightly down the center of his chest. “Will you always be as free with your body? To allow me to touch you?”

He looked at her, puzzled. “Do you know how liberating it is that you wish to do so and are not coy about it? I am a very fortunate man.”

It was strange to her that after what happened between a husband and wife, someone would not feel free. However, there were instances, she supposed, especially with arranged marriages where the two were not particularly fond of one another.

“I cannot wait to explore life with you,” Hannah said, leaning forward and pressing her lips to his.

They talked until dawn, not wanting to fall asleep and miss a single moment. When Henry came over her a second time, they made love in a slow, leisurely way that was as wonderful as the time before.

*

Knocks on thedoor woke them. By the light outside, it was late morning.

Henry slipped from the bed and wrapped a blanket around his waist to open the door. An older woman entered with a tray. “Tea and toast. Midday meal will be ready in an hour.” Her no-nonsense ways made Hannah wonder if they were not the first to appear in the middle of the night to be married. As she walked to the door, the woman glanced at Hannah. “Good wishes to you both on your marriage.”

When the door slammed behind her, Hannah giggled. “I must say, this will be a time of many interesting experiences.”

Henry pulled on his breeches and then brought the tray to the bed. “Once we eat, we will return to Glasgow.”

“Our friends will be glad for us. I am not sure about your mother.”

His wide shoulders lifted and lowered. “She will come around. Don’t fret.”