Part 14 (2/2)
I need you, he said roughly.
Her blood thrummed with eagerness and she whimpered, every nerve ending alive and waiting for the pleasure he could bring. She could smell him and feel his warmth. His ardor radiated outward, igniting hers. It was a dream, and she did not want to wake up. Nothing she did here would affect her.
Her hand dropped away.
Good girl, he praised, his lips to her ear. He lifted her thigh and set it over his. ”I missed you today.”
She came to consciousness with a start.
And found a very hard bodied, very aroused Grayson at her back.
”No!” Struggling, Isabel squirmed out of his embrace and sat up. She glared at him. ”What are you doing in my bed?”
He rolled to his back and tucked his hands under his head, completely unabashed about his obvious erection. Dressed in an open-collared s.h.i.+rt and trousers, his blue eyes sparkling with both devilry and l.u.s.t, he was unbearably handsome. ”Making love to my wife.”
”Well, cease.” She crossed her arms under her bosom and his eyes dropped to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Her blasted nipples replied with enthusiasm. ”We had a bargain.”
”Which I never agreed to.”
Her mouth fell open.
”Bring that mouth over here,” he murmured, his eyelids lowering.
”You are dreadful.”
”That is not what you said last night. Or this morning. I believe you said, 'Oh G.o.d, Gray, that is so good.'” His lips twitched.
Isabel threw a pillow at him.
Gray laughed and shoved it under his head. ”How was your afternoon?”
She sighed and shrugged, her body achingly aware of the man who sat so close to her. ”Lady Marley had a breakfast.”
”Was it pleasant? I confess, I'm surprised you managed to lure Trenton to such an event.”
”He wants a favor.”
”Ah, extortion.” He smiled. ”I love it.”
”You would, you wicked man.” Catching up one of the pillows, she reclined opposite him. ”Perhaps you could fetch my robe?”
”d.a.m.nation, no,” he said, shaking his head.
”I have no wish to incite your already considerable appet.i.te for s.e.xual congress,” she said dryly.
He caught up her hand and kissed her fingertips. ”The mere thought of you incites me. At least this way, I also have a charming view.”
”Was your day better than mine?” she asked, making every effort to ignore how his touch burned her.
”My brother has come for an extended visit.”
”I heard.” Gooseflesh spread across her skin as he stroked her palm. ”Is something wrong?”
”Wrong? Not precisely. Apparently, he is running amok.”
”Hmm...Well, he is the age for it.” But studying Gray, she could see he was disturbed. ”You look so grave. Is he in trouble?”
”No.” Gray fell onto his back again and stared up at the ornate ceiling. ”He has not yet run up any great debt or angered someone's husband, but he is certainly on a steady course in that direction. I should have been here to guide him, but once again my own needs came before anyone else's.”
”You cannot blame yourself,” she protested. ”Any wildness on his part is natural for boys his age.”
Her husband stilled, his head turning to reveal narrowed eyes. ”Boys his age?”
”Yes.” She recoiled slightly, suddenly wary.
”He is the same age as I was when we wed. Did you think I was a boy then?” He rolled on top of her, pinning her to the bed. ”Do you think I am a boy now?”
Her heart raced. ”Gray, really-”
”Yes, really,” he purred, his jaw set ominously as he thrust his hand under her b.u.t.tocks and tilted her pelvis to cradle his. He rolled his hips, rubbing his c.o.c.k against the perfect spot between her legs. ”I want to know. Do you think me less than a man because I am younger than you?”
She swallowed hard, her body tense and straining beneath his. ”No,” she breathed. Her subsequent inhale filled her lungs with his luscious scent. Grayson was virile, temperamental, and most definitely a man.
He stared down at her for a long moment, his c.o.c.k hardening and swelling between her thighs. Lowering his head, he took her mouth, his tongue licking between her parted lips. ”I have wanted to do this all day.”
”You did do this all day.” Her hands fisted in the counterpane to prevent herself from touching him.
Gray rested his forehead against hers and laughed. ”I hope you have no objection to Spencer's visit.”
”Of course not,” she a.s.sured him, managing a smile through her near painful attraction. What the devil was she to do with him? With herself? She could only hope that Lord Spencer would distract him from his single-minded seduction. How long could she truly expect to resist?
”Thank you.” He brushed his mouth across hers, then twisted to drape her body over his.
She frowned, puzzled. ”No need to thank me. This is your home.”
”This is our home, Pel.” He settled into the pillows. When she tried to slide off him, he caught her waist. ”Stay here.”
When she opened her mouth to argue, he grimaced, which arrested her. ”What is it?” Before she could think better of it, her hand was cupping his cheek. He leaned into her touch and sighed.
”Spencer told me that I am his hero.”
Her brows rose. ”What a lovely thing to say.”
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