taut stomach.
“We are in accord then, Your Grace,” she murmured, pulling at the ribbon holding her hair and letting the mass tumble free. “I want you.”
He climbed on the bed and moved over her, trapping her beneath him, his mouth seeking the sensitive juncture of neck and shoulder. “I don’t have time for this.”
It was just about the least romantic thing she could think of for a man to say, but from Colton, it was a high compliment. Brianna slid her hands across the muscled hardness of his shoulders with a breathless laugh. “I shall contrive to make every minute worth your while.”
“Hmm.” He licked her throat, his erection rigid against her thigh.
The noncommittal response didn’t bother her because her wayward body was gripped by desire, and as much as she wanted to please and beguile her handsome husband, she also felt an overwhelming need to have him inside her. When his hand cupped her bare breast, she arched into the caress, shameless and uninhibited, and a low moan tore from her throat. Between her legs, she throbbed. She could feel she was wet—and it had nothing to do with her bath.
“So soft,” Colton said in a hoarse voice, fondling and gently kneading.
Don’t wait . How wanton would it be to ask him to take her as fast and furiously as he had in the carriage and the other night after she practiced the advice in chapter two?
For a man as conservative as her husband, it would probably seem wanton, she decided in a haze of need. Brianna bit her lip as his hands continued to roam, but she subtly shifted position, lifting her hips to urge him without words, her heart pounding.
Colton apparently understood, for he used his knees to part her legs and took her mouth in a searing kiss just as he took her body. The long, hard length of his cock sank into her passage and wrung a low cry of pleasure from deep in her throat.
Though she was afraid they had a long way to go in getting to know each other in day-to-day life, Brianna thought as he began to move in long, sure strokes that shot tingles of blissful sensation through every nerve ending, here they were achieving accord. Colton’s face was dark with passion, his azure eyes glittering in the afternoon light as he quickened the pace to the sharpening bite of her nails on his shoulders.
Her eyes drifted shut, his scent surrounding her, crisp and clean and male, the power of his body an aphrodisiac, the upward spiral to sexual fulfillment carrying her helplessly to a dizzying, rapturous height before she fell gladly into paradise. Brianna cried out as she climaxed, a short, sharp noise she barely registered, and Colton made a low sound in answer, his tall body going rigid. The pulse of his ejaculation was unmistakable as he surged deep into her trembling body one last time and flooded her with his release.
In the lethargic wash of the aftermath, Brianna didn’t protest when he rolled to the side, taking both their entwined bodies. Nestled next to him, she felt the heave of his hard chest with a sense of pure satisfaction.
“I think I’ve decided bathing oneself is overrated,” she murmured teasingly once she could summon the strength to speak. “I might require your assistance from now on.”
“I am your servant always, madam.” Colton touched her bare hip, just a brush of his fingers and his voice was light, but his expression hard to read. He gave a small sigh. “Though I admit what just happened was not at all my intention when I came up here to speak with you.”
Clasped naked in his arms, she recognized her advantage and she pressed it. “Oh yes, the invitation. You said you didn’t mind.”
“No,” he corrected, a hint of the austere duke creeping back into his voice. “I said I wasn’t angry. There is a distinct difference. Mills seems to think you are doing this for my birthday.”
She hadn’t anticipated he would leap for joy, but the thought of tearing him away from his endless dutiful concentration on his
“We are in accord then, Your Grace,” she murmured, pulling at the ribbon holding her hair and letting the mass tumble free. “I want you.”
He climbed on the bed and moved over her, trapping her beneath him, his mouth seeking the sensitive juncture of neck and shoulder. “I don’t have time for this.”
It was just about the least romantic thing she could think of for a man to say, but from Colton, it was a high compliment. Brianna slid her hands across the muscled hardness of his shoulders with a breathless laugh. “I shall contrive to make every minute worth your while.”
“Hmm.” He licked her throat, his erection rigid against her thigh.
The noncommittal response didn’t bother her because her wayward body was gripped by desire, and as much as she wanted to please and beguile her handsome husband, she also felt an overwhelming need to have him inside her. When his hand cupped her bare breast, she arched into the caress, shameless and uninhibited, and a low moan tore from her throat. Between her legs, she throbbed. She could feel she was wet—and it had nothing to do with her bath.
“So soft,” Colton said in a hoarse voice, fondling and gently kneading.
Don’t wait . How wanton would it be to ask him to take her as fast and furiously as he had in the carriage and the other night after she practiced the advice in chapter two?
For a man as conservative as her husband, it would probably seem wanton, she decided in a haze of need. Brianna bit her lip as his hands continued to roam, but she subtly shifted position, lifting her hips to urge him without words, her heart pounding.
Colton apparently understood, for he used his knees to part her legs and took her mouth in a searing kiss just as he took her body. The long, hard length of his cock sank into her passage and wrung a low cry of pleasure from deep in her throat.
Though she was afraid they had a long way to go in getting to know each other in day-to-day life, Brianna thought as he began to move in long, sure strokes that shot tingles of blissful sensation through every nerve ending, here they were achieving accord. Colton’s face was dark with passion, his azure eyes glittering in the afternoon light as he quickened the pace to the sharpening bite of her nails on his shoulders.
Her eyes drifted shut, his scent surrounding her, crisp and clean and male, the power of his body an aphrodisiac, the upward spiral to sexual fulfillment carrying her helplessly to a dizzying, rapturous height before she fell gladly into paradise. Brianna cried out as she climaxed, a short, sharp noise she barely registered, and Colton made a low sound in answer, his tall body going rigid. The pulse of his ejaculation was unmistakable as he surged deep into her trembling body one last time and flooded her with his release.
In the lethargic wash of the aftermath, Brianna didn’t protest when he rolled to the side, taking both their entwined bodies. Nestled next to him, she felt the heave of his hard chest with a sense of pure satisfaction.
“I think I’ve decided bathing oneself is overrated,” she murmured teasingly once she could summon the strength to speak. “I might require your assistance from now on.”
“I am your servant always, madam.” Colton touched her bare hip, just a brush of his fingers and his voice was light, but his expression hard to read. He gave a small sigh. “Though I admit what just happened was not at all my intention when I came up here to speak with you.”
Clasped naked in his arms, she recognized her advantage and she pressed it. “Oh yes, the invitation. You said you didn’t mind.”
“No,” he corrected, a hint of the austere duke creeping back into his voice. “I said I wasn’t angry. There is a distinct difference. Mills seems to think you are doing this for my birthday.”
She hadn’t anticipated he would leap for joy, but the thought of tearing him away from his endless dutiful concentration on his
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