Chapter Thirteen
Greyson lay in bed, holding Letitia in his arms as he listened to her sleep.
He knew the moment she drifted off. Her breathing evened out, her body sank into the bed and against him, and she made the sweetest, softest noises.
He thought about holding her in his arms for so long, and he couldn’t believe it was happening.
He’d been on the edge of release the moment they undressed, and he memorized every inch of her body.
When she looked intently at his cock, it hardened to stone, and he knew he wouldn’t last. He didn’t think he’d disappointed her in bed, but there was so much he wanted to experience with her.
He wasn’t taking her home until they did.
After about half an hour, Letitia stirred in his arms and rolled over to face him, her cheeks flushed and a sweet smile on her face. “I fell asleep.”
“You did. Are you refreshed?” he said, waggling his eyebrows up and down, hoping she took the hint.
Smiling, she rolled onto her back, raised her arms over her head, and stretched, sighing. “I’m very refreshed indeed. Enough so that I believe you made a promise to me?”
“You little minx,” he said with a laugh as he swiped the covers off them both, leaving her flushed, naked body exposed in all its lush glory.
She giggled as he came down on top of her and kissed her gently.
This time, he wanted to take things slowly.
Her soft, full lips tasted like the sweet wine she’d drunk earlier.
His tongue explored the inside of her mouth, as if he were exploring a magical cave where one went to find one’s heart’s desire.
It wasn’t long before he took the kiss to the next level and devoured her mouth, forgetting his plan to take it slowly.
Her tongue joined his, and they danced and twirled around, fueling the fire raging out of control inside him.
He pulled his lips from hers and kissed and licked his way down her neck until his mouth found the hardened peak of one nipple.
His tongue swirled around and around, then sucked the nipple deep into his mouth.
Not only did she moan, but she tried to get closer.
Giving her nipple one last lick, he moved down her stomach.
Nudging her legs apart, he stared at her exposed womanhood and inhaled.
“Remember our conversation earlier, when I teased you about scenting your arousal?” He inhaled again.
“I can now, and it’s the most powerful and attractive scent I’ve ever had the pleasure of smelling. ”
Letitia groaned in what he believed was embarrassment.
That groan turned into a moan as he parted her folds, licking one side, then the other, before sucking her nub into his mouth, causing her hips to rise off the bed.
He wouldn’t embarrass her again, but she tasted exquisite.
Earthy and magical. Like the nectar of an ancient goddess.
When he inserted a finger inside her, her hips rose again.
He withdrew his finger, moved her legs over his shoulders, and slid it back in while teasing her nub with his mouth.
He knew she was close. Her legs were vibrating, her insides tightening around his finger.
When she came, he drank up her juices and was so thankful she trusted him enough to let him do that.
When her orgasm subsided, he withdrew his finger, licked her nether lips one last time, climbed up her body, and entered her in one push.
“Greyson! Oh my, I think I’m going to die,” she gasped.
“Not at all, my dear. I’ll never let you die.
Not while you’re in my arms.” He moved in and out of her wet sheath, which felt like a secret, magical place created for him alone.
She fit him like a custom-made glove. It wasn’t long before her insides were clamping around his cock, and they exploded together as one, his warm seed spilling inside her.
It was then he realized he’d forgotten something.
When he rolled off her, he hugged her close and said, “I’m sorry. I forgot to protect you this time.”
“It never dawned on me until I felt the wetness from your seed. We’ll have to be more careful in the future.”
His heart seized. “You will let me know if and when your courses come?” He would never admit it to her, but the idea of a quick wedding because she carried his child didn’t terrify him as it once had.
However, he didn’t want to take her choice away from her, just in case she wasn’t ready to marry him and have another child.
He would ignore the ache in his chest at that thought.
“Can I ask you something?” He was all too glad to have his thoughts interrupted.
“Anything.”
“What you did . . .” She paused and cleared her throat, her hands sliding up and down his arms as they held her around her waist. Her soft fingertips gave him the shivers. “. . . down there. Is that something everyone does?”
It never dawned on him that she might never have experienced that with Rutherford.
From talks at his clubs, he knew of gentlemen who disliked tasting their wives or mistresses.
He was not one of them, but Rutherford obviously was.
“Many couples explore each other with their mouths, but I have heard some men prefer not to do that. Just as many women prefer not to taste a man’s penis. ”
He could hear her mind working. She’d begin to speak, stop, then begin again, only to stop. “Feel free to tell me anything,” he told her. “Remember, no secrets between us.”
“Rutherford never did that,” she said, shivering. Greyson tugged the covers up to keep them warm. “But if I’m being honest, I’m glad you were the first to taste me and give me pleasure that way.”
Greyson’s body trembled at her words. “I’m honored you have chosen me.”
“Do you mind if I fall asleep? But promise you will wake me up in an hour.”
He snuggled against her back and kissed her neck. “I promise.”
He hoped he could keep his promise, but he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. In fact, he was so content with Letitia in his arms that he did, indeed, fall asleep.
“Greyson,” the voice of the woman in his dreams came to him again. He loved it when her soft, melodious voice whispered to him. “Greyson, wake up.” Her voice changed. It was louder and more demanding. “Please, Greyson. We fell asleep. I need to get home before the sun rises.”
His eyes popped open, and he sat up, instantly realizing where they were. Club Knight on the third floor. “I’m sorry. I fell asleep. I promised to wake you in an hour. Forgive me.”
“Nothing to forgive. I fell asleep too.” She pointed to her costume on the floor. “Can you bring me my clothes? I’ll be ready to go in a moment.”
He rose from the bed, picked up Letitia’s shepherdess costume and her chemise, and handed them to her as she sat on the bed, the coverlet pulled up to her chin.
He chuckled to himself, as it was a little late for modesty.
He had seen, touched, and kissed every part of her body, and he couldn’t wait to do so again.
He put on his breeches, pulled his shirt over his head, then the vest, and plopped the raccoon hat on his head, but skipped the mask.
He sank onto the bed and tugged on his boots while trying not to glance at Letitia, wanting to give her privacy while she dressed.
“I’m ready,” she said as she came and stood beside him, resting her hand on his shoulder. She was fully clothed, complete with her mask and hood.
“Perfect.” He stood, moved to the door, pulled the key from his pocket, and unlocked it.
He transferred the key to the outside keyhole and left it there.
He didn’t want Knight complaining that he’d lost the key.
“Come,” he said, holding out his hand. Letitia placed her small, soft hand in his, and they made their way down to the entry.
By the sound of voices carrying from the ballroom and the halls, there were still patrons of Club Knight there.
The doorman opened the door, and to Greyson’s great relief, he saw his unmarked carriage parked just off to the side of the front entrance.
He helped Letitia inside, then sat down beside her and knocked on the roof.
Instantly, the carriage wheels turned. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he held her close for the ride to Rutherford Manor.
Silence filled the air, and he wondered what she was thinking.
Was she reliving their lovemaking in a pleasant way, or regretting giving herself to him?
A knot formed in his stomach. Don’t be a fool, he chastised himself.
It was the most intense and satisfying lovemaking he’d ever experienced, and he had to believe it was for her as well.
There was no sense in doubting himself or her feelings for him.
Joining Club Knight and accompanying him there was for his benefit.
She had done this for him. To be with him.
To understand him better. The knot in his stomach loosened a bit, and he forced his insecurities aside.
Holding her now was what mattered most. The softness of her body against his.
The scent of her floral perfume tickling his nose.
She mattered to him. It was a strange and unusual experience to care for another person not related to him.
Yes, he had cared for some of the women he’d had brief encounters with, but nothing compared to his feelings for Letitia.
And he couldn’t call them relationships because they never lasted longer than a month.