Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Bringing his wife to Bournemouth to meet his mother had definitely been a good decision.
Not only had it led to some wonderful kisses, but his mother had welcomed her into their family.
He’d known she would at least be kind, but watching Christina laugh with her as they walked from one shop to the next, warmed his heart.
A few times, she’d even reached for his hand.
A wide grin spread over her face as she waited for the clerk to hand her the sachet of sweets she’d chosen. She pulled a toffee out of the bag and held it up for him.
“You don’t have to share your treats. Those are for—” She popped the candy into his mouth before he could finish. His mother gave an approving smile.
“Thank you. It’s delicious.”
She giggled and rummaged through the little sack for a sweet of her own, smiling with delight.
It should have been torture, trailing along with his wife and his mother as they shopped.
But it wasn’t. He enjoyed every moment of it.
Especially the ones when Christina’s gaze locked on him and hunger filled her eyes.
He’d always been complimented for his stunning blue eyes, but no one had ever looked at them quite as appreciatively as she did.
He didn’t even get to take credit for them.
That was God’s work. But he enjoyed the benefits of it all the same.
That evening, he took a few minutes with a glass of brandy before going up to join his wife. He wasn’t dreading it the way he had last night. But tonight, he’d have a much harder time keeping his lust in check. Especially because she obviously wanted him every bit as much as he wanted her.
It wasn’t dark when he entered this time, and she smiled at him from where she sat on the edge of the bed in her nightgown. He closed the door and she padded across the room to look up at him.
“I had a lovely day today, and I was hoping you might like to end it with a kiss… or three.”
“I’m going to go out and come back in, and we’ll do that again. This time, you’re going to tell me what you want.”
She scowled at him. “I just did tell you.”
He turned her by her shoulders and nudged her toward the bed.
As he stepped into the hall, he heard an exasperated huff behind him and he chuckled.
He waited for a minute before opening the door again.
She was back on the bed, but her arms were folded and her feathers clearly ruffled.
He wanted her to understand that she didn’t need his permission.
She might be his wife, but she was her own person and allowed her own desires.
She didn’t move from the bed, so he shrugged and walked over by the armoire to undress. He removed his coat and waistcoat, before her finger tapped firmly against the back of his shoulder.
As he turned, her hand wrapped around his tie and yanked him down. Her lips smashed against his. For a breath, she didn’t move, probably waiting for him to take command. But when he didn’t, she slid her tongue over his bottom lip before sucking it between her own.
He groaned. That’s what he wanted. It was obvious she was strong-willed enough to take control, she’d just needed a little encouragement.
She ripped her lips away and stared into his eyes. “Kiss me,” she demanded.
He thrust his fingers into her hair, pulling her in and plunging his tongue into her mouth, possessed by a sudden need to claim her as his.
Something he’d never felt before. With no jacket or waistcoat, he could feel her breasts pressed against him.
God how he wanted to hold them. To squeeze them and tease her nipples.
But he didn’t want to seek her permission to go further.
He wanted her to command him to do what she desired.
Slowly, he wound the kiss down until their lips parted. All he could do was look at her through his heavy breathing. She tried to pull him down again, but he stopped her with a shake of his head. His control was slipping.
“Unless you’re ready to take that off”—he gestured to her nightgown with his chin—“it’s time for bed.”
He watched as her thoughts spun, but eventually, she nodded. She let him go and climbed under the blankets. She made a show of covering her eyes, teasing him into laughter.
Once again, he could feel her watching him after undressing. He didn’t interrupt her perusal this time, and simply stood, naked, allowing her time to look. Last night, it had even earned his backside a lovely caress.
After donning his pajamas, he laid down on his side, hoping she might do it again.
Shortly after turning out the light, the mattress moved.
Her hand brushed slowly over his back and around to his hip before eventually settling on his backside.
She squeezed it, and he purred. With her, something that should have been mundane, was anything but.
“Do you like it?” she asked, softly, giving another squeeze.
“Very much.”
“Do you… Do you want to touch mine?”
“Do I need to leave and come back in again?”
She swatted his backside, startling a laugh out of him. “Did you just spank me?”
“No more than you deserved.”
He laughed again, turning onto his back. The moon and streetlamps provided just enough light to discern the outline of her features. “I assure you, I will always want to kiss you and touch your body. So when you wish for something, you need only inform me of your desire, and I will readily oblige.”
“And how was I supposed to know that?” Her voice was quickly escalating. “You’ve never told me. You’ve never asked to touch me. And yet you just expect—”
Giles gripped her hair and plunged his tongue into her mouth, hoping she wouldn’t bite him out of spite. She didn’t. Instead, she whimpered and wrapped her arms around him, one hand sliding down to his backside. She was passionate in everything she did. Quick to anger and to lust.
“Now, are you going to continue to shout at me? Or are you going to tell me where to touch you?”
This close, he could see her lips as they turned up in a smile.
“I like it when you do that.” Her breasts moved against his chest with her rapid breathing.
“You like it when I kiss you?” He pressed his lips against hers. “Or when I hold you in place by your hair?” He squeezed a little tighter.
“Both.”
He chuckled. “Definitely not a shrinking violet.”
“I told you I’m not. Now touch my bottom.”
With a growl, he turned her onto her stomach. He squeezed her bottom, and she moaned. Dear God. That sound would surely fuel his lust-filled dreams tonight. Pushing her plait out of the way, he claimed the back of her neck with a rough, open-mouthed kiss.
She rewarded him with a desperate, breathy whine, so he did it again.
“Is this seduction?” she asked over her shoulder.
He laughed. “That depends. Is it making you want more?”
She nodded. “Is the rest of it as good as this?”
“It only gets better.”
“Can you do it in the dark?”
“We can do it in the dark if you’re more comfortable that way. But it’s a joint activity, not just me doing things to you. You get to take, demand, and ask for anything you want. No turning into a shrinking violet now.”
She turned over beneath him and curled her fingers into his hair. “Never.” She pulled him down and her tongue plunged between his lips. She was incredible. Her hands left his hair and slid down his back to his bottom.
“I don’t know what comes next.” Her voice was less confident, and he stopped.
“I’ll show you, but are you sure you’re ready for this? Are you sure you trust me enough to allow me to touch and kiss every inch of your body?”
Her hands stilled. “Is that what’s going to happen?”
“If that’s what you want to happen.”
After a moment, she nodded. “Do your pajamas come off for that?”
“Yes. As will yours. But if you’re not ready yet, there’s always tomorrow.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “Or the next day. Or any day after that, when you are ready.”
“You’re sure we can do it in the dark?”
“Yes.”
“I want it now.” She began slipping open the buttons on his pajamas. “Tell me if I’m doing it wrong.”
“There is no wrong.” He slid his hand up the side of her body and cupped her breast. She moaned into his mouth as he brushed his thumb over her nipple.
“Again,” she demanded.
Dear God. The single word had him as hard as a bedpost. He teased it a few more times before shrugging out of his open pajama top and tossing it off the side of the bed.
“If you want more, your nightgown needs to come off.” It probably would have been more enticing for him to remove it for her, but he needed to be sure this was her decision.
She quickly opened the buttons, and pulled the gown up and over her head, sending it to join his top on the floor.
He claimed her lips again, and her fierce hunger whipped up his own.
He wanted her. And now that she definitely wanted him too, he wouldn’t hold back.
Her breast was soft, and filled his palm perfectly.
As he gently rolled her nipple, she whimpered against his mouth.
Her skin was smooth and supple. “Is there anywhere you want me to touch?”
“Um.” She panted, but didn’t say anymore. He wouldn’t push her. He drew her nipple into his mouth. If her desire was strong enough, it might push her instead.
“Well?” He flicked his tongue against the hardened peak.
“I…” She squirmed, agitatedly.
“If you turn bashful on me, I’m going to stop.” As if he could. He’d never been so desperate for something in his life.
She grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand between her legs. Sweet Jesus. He groaned with her as he slid his fingers along her heated flesh.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes. Don’t stop.” She spread her legs giving him easier access.
“Tell me how it feels.”
“Incredible,” she panted. “I didn’t know I could feel like this.”
As he slid one finger into her body, it certainly felt incredible to him. She was hot and wet, her walls hugging him. His mind immediately imagined what it would be like for other parts of him to be sliding into her.