Chapter Seventeen #2
“How charming, but don’t distract me. Let us see how long you can withstand teasing.
” Her eyes were rounded, and in the faint moonlight that came in from the two windows, concern clouded those dark depths as she rocked her hips into his merely to rub against his rampant shaft.
“You won’t leave me again, will you, Gregory?
” The tiny hint of vulnerability in her voice made him fall all over again.
“Never, sweeting. Never again. Now that I’ve won you, I don’t plan to let you go.” Those were perhaps the most honest words he’d ever said to anyone, but if she needed reassurance, he’d be glad to give it.
“Good.” Then she slid off his body to kneel beside him and pressed her lips to his abdomen. “Now, let’s begin. After tonight, I want us both to have no doubts.”
He didn’t, not anymore, but he wouldn’t bid her nay. Ever.
Dear heavens, he is quite potent… and he’s mine.
Constance’s heartbeat raced as if she’d run all the way from St. James Square. The feelings for this man she held were bigger than anything she’d ever experienced. Despite the odds they would face, she would always support him.
When she then stretched out on her side, she propped up on an elbow while gliding a hand over his chest and abdomen. His muscles twitched under her fingertips. “I want you on the edge, fighting with the urge to release, savoring it.”
“I look forward to the challenge you represent… in everything.” Gregory brushed his knuckles over one of her nipples. He chuckled when she shivered. “But if you don’t hurry along, I’ll embarrass myself. It has been weeks without you.”
“You never took yourself in hand?”
“I couldn’t. Found myself at the bottom of a brandy bottle too many times when my time wasn’t spoken for with cases and papers.”
“You poor man.” Perhaps he needed her as much as she needed him to remain calm and focused.
Wanting to give him the same pleasure he’d given her, she scrambled to her knees, leaned over him, and made sure her breasts glided along his chest. The crisp hairs curling over his skin enhanced her need as they rasped over sensitive nipples.
She licked a path around his navel, cupped his stones and caressed the root of his straining shaft.
“Constance…” Strain wove through his voice.
“Concentrate.” The more she played and made his back arch off the mattress, the more she imagined that hard, hot part of him spearing into her to send her flying, and those images sent her perilously close to the edge once again.
“Woolgathering? Perhaps I’ve lost my charm.”
“Never.”
“Ha.” The dratted man took full advantage of her inattention by teasing her nipples with his tongue and teeth as he sent her onto her back.
Wild sensation skittered through every nerve ending.
He rolled those puckered tips between his thumb and forefinger, using varying degrees of pressure until she cried out and begged him for more.
“Someone is very needy.” His grin positively brimmed with wicked intent.
“I can’t help it. I guess our years together won’t be dull.
” She wrapped the fingers of one hand around his hardened member and pumped it.
Much like satin covered steel, he filled her palm and then some, and he made her feel alive and quite feminine when they coupled.
“Do you wish for me to bring you to release with my hand, or would you rather us come together in the usual way?” As she talked, Constance kept a firm grip on his equipage, and with every stroke, his breath caught.
I adore pushing him to the edge.
“Such choices.” Gregory froze but his shaft twitched from her manipulation. “Together, tonight. We have already had weeks of abstinence.” A frown sounded in his voice. “Unless you let the viscount bed you?”
“I didn’t, couldn’t, because who I wanted in that way was you.”
“Good.” In the dark gloom, his gaze was filled with the same raw need and surged through her veins. “Off the bed, my lady.”
“What?” She followed the inquiry with a squeeze to his shaft. “Why?”
“I want to share something we haven’t done yet.”
“All right.” Feeling as if she were seconds away from completely shattering both from the anticipation and his teasing, she slid off the bed seconds ahead of him. “What next?”
With a throaty chuckle, he spun her about until she faced the curved wall. “Bend over, put your hands on the wall to brace yourself. My patience for foreplay has quite vanished thanks to your teasing.” The command in his graveled voice sent shivers down her spine.
“I rather like this forceful side of you.” Constance did as he asked, but she glanced over her shoulder at him. “What else haven’t I seen?”
“A mystery for the years ahead,” he all but growled. The intensity in his expression enhanced her own need. “Ready?” When she nodded, he gripped her hips while she splayed her legs, and he fit his wide tip to her opening.
Dear God, he was incredible! “Would that you take charge more often—”
He thrust into her passage with such authority and went so deeply they both groaned in appreciation. “Damn.”
“That feels lovely.”
“I want more than just lovely.”
“That’s up to you.” Her eyes crossed as intense pleasure shot through her body.
Why had no one told her how wild and amazing coupling in this position could be?
She shifted her stance into something more comfortable as her fingers scrabbled to find purchase on the smooth wallpaper.
“Show me why choosing you was the best choice.”
From this angle every time he stroked into her channel, he went deep, oh so deep and managed to fill her so incredibly well she wanted to scream her enjoyment for the world.
As he did, he snaked a hand around to rub his fingers against the swollen nubbin at her center, enhancing the need he’d already invoked.
Tingles zipped through her belly, and the urge to shatter wouldn’t be ignored.
“I am far better than Conklin.” His hold on her hips was hard enough that he’d probably leave marks on her skin.
How odd she craved that souvenir, wanted to see his mark of possession on her.
“This will go quickly I fear.” Already his hips were pistoning, and each time he slammed into her, he sent her closer to that glimmering edge.
“I won’t be able to sustain momentum. At least not in this go ‘round.”
“Then give me everything.” She was lost to the madness he created, couldn’t wait to completely lose her grip. Sweat dampened her skin as she rode out his mastery. A low moan released from her as he continued his carnal play. “Harder, Gregory. I need more.”
And he came up to the mark splendidly. He renewed his hold on her hips, and as he pushed into her, she shoved her body backward to meet those thrusts.
“Tell me how much you love me,” he demanded in a hushed voice.
“Tell me that we’re well-matched and everything will be worth the scandal and rumors. ”
Oh, dear God, her legs shook so much! Maddening flutters filled her belly as pressure built and stacked, seeking release. Constance bit her bottom lip in concentration, but she adored that he was perhaps as vulnerable as she. “Loving you is something that I hope continues for long years.”
“And?” The rhythm he set would soon launch her through the roof, and as he dug his fingers into her hips, he went even deeper, apparently in an effort to touch her soul.
“And I will never have enough of you.” Her breath came in short pants, and she could hardly remember the gist of the conversation. “I was a fool to let you walk away from me when I should have fought harder for you—for us.”
“Ah, Constance. I love you immensely.”
Over and over, he penetrated her, giving her exactly what she’d asked.
It was heady stuff, and she couldn’t have enough.
Craved him, needed him. “So close,” she gasped, lifting her head, and looking at him from over her shoulder.
Fierce pleasure lined his face, and to watch his lean body as he stood behind her had her even closer to leaving reality.
Truly, he was the most handsome man, and what was more, he was hers.
Tears welled in her eyes, for everything he had sacrificed, for all that she would do for him. “Gregory…”
“I know.” He tangled a hand into her hair that had mostly fallen out of its pins. Gently but firmly, he pulled, angling her head backward. “Let go, sweeting. Fly for me.” Emotion graveled his voice, a true testament to the control he exhibited.
“Oh, yes!” The slight pricks of pain along her scalp enhanced the pleasure filling her being. “I’m nearly done.”
“As am I.”
Deeper he stroked. Faster he moved as their breathing rasped in the silence.
This coupling was raw, real, and based in love and commitment this time.
The challenges ahead didn’t matter, for she knew they would meet each one of them.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in her ears.
Her breasts swung wildly from the exercise.
Heat engulfed her and the warmth in the room sent sweat trickling down her spine.
As she pushed backward, he thrust more forcefully while she bucked her hips against him, meeting each one on equal terms.
“I need…” When he again snaked a hand around her hips to rub his fingers over her swollen button, her control shattered. “Yes!”
His only response was a grunt. After treating her to a series of deep, oh so impossibly deep, reality-shattering hard thrusts that sought to separate her soul from her body, he gasped. “Damn it, I’m done…”
“Ah!” White light moved up to meet her as she fell over the edge and tumbled, into an intense release.
A scream pulled from her throat. It was all she could do to stay upright as he speared into her once more.
Her core convulsed frantically around his member.
Seconds later, he followed her into bliss, shouted out her name, buried himself in her passage while tugging her tight to his body.
His shaft jerked and pulsed. Warmth filled her, for he hadn’t withdrawn.
Would this time result in a pregnancy? If it did, she would be so happy, for she couldn’t wait to start filling a nursery with him.
“That was…” Truly, there were no words for what just happened, for what they shared.
“Madness is what it was,” he whispered and wrapped his arms around her, trapping her between the wall and his body. His breathing was as ragged as hers. “I had no idea I could come that violently.”
“I suppose you needed the right woman.” Every point in her body shivered from reaction.
She laughed, but it was a shaky affair. Exhaustion clung to the sound.
After the trial of the evening, she had no strength left.
“I rather think you’ve spoiled me for anyone else.
No man can come close to what you make me feel. ”
“You are mine, Constance. I’ve waited too long to win you that I refuse to lose you again.
” When he pulled away, breaking their intimate connection, her knees wobbled, and she teetered.
With a chuckle that tickled through her chest, he picked her up into his arms. “Knowing a woman can’t walk after coupling is the best compliment a man could receive.
” Then he carried her to the bed and laid her on top of the counterpane.
“This is most decidedly true, and I look forward to many more times.” Not wanting to give him up just yet, she tugged him down over her and she kissed him, put every ounce of feeling into that one meeting of mouths until she was well and truly spent. “What am I to do with you, Mr. Hamilton?”
“Anything you want, I’ll wager.” Exhaustion and affection warred for dominance in his voice as he collapsed next to her. “You make me feel like a young man again, so there’s that.”
She grinned and waited for her breathing and heartbeat to regulate. Then she rested a hand on his side. “Did you tell the truth? You will marry me?”
“There is nothing I would rather do.” Pulling her close, he pressed his lips to her temple. “Oddly, my parents were correct. I’ll wed before the year is out.”
A snicker escaped her. “Will they prove terribly angry when you tell them who you have chosen to marry?”
“At the outset, perhaps, but once they meet you, once they see us together, once they know I’m utterly devoted to you, they’ll come ‘round.” His breath warmed her cheek. “Especially if I put a babe in your belly. I suspect the reason they want me married is the chance for more grandchildren.”
A shiver of need twisted down her spine, for she had everything she’d ever wanted in this man.
After the loss of Samuel, she couldn’t think of a better second husband.
“You should know, the Countess of Biddleton has sponsored my group for battered and abused women. I don’t intend to give that enterprise up just because I marry. ”
“And neither do I want you to. Biddleton informed me of that weeks ago. I was so damned proud of you.” A tiny waver set up in his voice. “Your independence will remain intact; I’ll only support you in whatever you wish to do. Society can go hang if they don’t agree.”
“Oh.” Tears again stung her eyes. “Thank you.”
“I love you. There is nothing else to say,” he whispered into the dark.
“Agreed. I love you too.” With a sigh, she closed her eyes and basked in the new romance and the safety being with him imparted. “The white steed was a nice touch.”
“I try. It was good playing the part of the hero tonight.”
“You always will be my hero.” She smiled and snuggled into him.
Truly, that was what most woman needed, even if they didn’t realize it.