She licked her lips. “What I desire is you, naked, and on that bed.’
He groaned and she watched in awe as his cock swelled and stood upright. She pressed against him, reveling in the feel of his hard length wedged between their bodies, but when his fingers ran through the nest of hair between her legs, her knees threatened to give way again. Scooping her up, Brent strode to his bed and laid her on her back, following her down to lie over her, stretched to his full-length and with his weight resting on his elbows.
‘I need to send Maggie a gift. What would she like?’
She pushed at his shoulder and mocked, ‘Tut, tut. Not even married and you’re lavishing gifts on other women.’
‘Only one woman. The one to whom I’ll be endlessly indebted. Without Maggie, I might have regarded you from a discreet distance for another four years, because I came with the encumbrance of a daughter and a sordid past marriage.’
‘I adore your daughter and my marriage became a more sordid tale than yours, so cease this talking and make love to me. Please.’
He nodded, his expression full of love and his eyes moist, before licking one nipple and twiddling the other. Her back arched and she was lost in a continuation of the lust and longing she’d felt in Browning’s house. After licking her second nipple, Brent blew air over them and she shivered. Shivered again when he used one knee to spread her thighs and rubbed himself, hot and engorged, up and down between her wet folds.
She groaned. ‘So good, Brent. So very good.’
‘We’ve a long way to go yet, my love.’
She clutched handfuls of his hair as he slid down further and opened his mouth over her mons and sucked, insistently. She screamed his name as the first waves of pleasure hit and ran through her body. Screamed again when he took her clit between sharp teeth and tugged. Screamed and sobbed when he moved up and thrust inside her welcoming channel, withdrawing and plunging in an erotic rhythm that her calling his name over and over, like a series of prayers that praised his actions, yet begged him for release.
‘Oh, yes, sweetheart. Let yourself fly. Come for me, my darling.’
When she spasmed again and squeezed him with her inner muscles, he threw back his head and yelled, plunging into her two…three…four times until he jerked and her womb filled with his hot seed. Nothing in her life had ever felt so good, so right. Still inside her, Brent rolled them so she was spread across him and with his arms encasing her trembling body. Their breathing was ragged, as if they’d raced on their horses across his fields and not stopped for rest. Her nose was pressed to his chest and she inhaled his familiar smell of a physically active male. In an instant, her lust stirred and she wriggled her groin against his flaccid penis and giggled like a girl when it twitched and grew.
‘Like what you do to me, do you, my temptress?’
She moved her head up and down on his chest to signify her approval. ‘Very much so, and I love that I can tempt you because, with Geoffrey, I felt inadequate, especially when he flaunted one mistress after another in my face.’
He put a finger under her chin and forced her to look him in the eye. ‘You are the most enticing woman I’ve ever known and you have the figure of a goddess. In fact, I was about to call out the next supposed gentleman at Browning’s who sniffed your hair or peered down your bodice.’
She giggled again. ‘Truly?’
‘Truly.’
Those were the last words the spoke until the sun’s rays through the window glass alerted them to the hour and the need to dress. Before they left the house, Brent pulled her aside and kissed her. Her heart was full to bursting and she took courage from his nonchalant attitude over any prying neighbors and stiffened her spine. Barefoot, her hand in Brent’s, and her head held high, Lillian walked to the waiting coach. And when he stole another kiss as he handed into his carriage, Lillian kissed him back. Let the gossips spread their tales, because for the first time in Lillian’s life, she felt safe and secure, and above all, loved unconditionally.
CHAPTER SEVEN
‘HOW DARE YOU ENTER MY HOUSE before I’ve finished my breakfast and say such things.’
The duke’s outraged voice shook the walls of the breakfast room and echoed down every corridor, where Brent assumed every member of the duke’s staff would be gathered to listen to their news. Nevertheless, he stepped closer to the duke and his upturned chair and spoke in his normal voice. He refused to cower before the duke and if the servants listened and spread their story all over Mayfair in under an hour, so be it.