A Certain Wolfish Charm(70)

"I don't want to," she cried, arching her back and threading her hands in his hair to keep him at her breasts.



"You don't want me to be inside you?" he asked, searching her face for the answer.



"No, I don't want to want you," she whispered, just before she inched forward on him.



"But you do." It was a fact. She was soaking wet and purring on top of him, even if she still wanted to deny it.



"I do," she breathed and then touched her lips to his. Her tongue entered his mouth at the same time he entered her body. She moved to accommodate him, sliding down his length.



"Easy," he whispered. If she moved too fast, he would explode long before she finished.



"Nothing with you is easy," she whispered, her breath catching as he took her hips in his hands and raised and lowered her on top of him.



This was how he wanted to see her always. Completely uninhibited. Her eyes half-closed with passion. Trusting him.



Simon reached between them, his hand stealing into her curls to rub her heat. As she rode him, tight as a glove and much silkier, he toyed with her. She gasped and clenched around him when he found the source of her pleasure. Within moments, she was crying out against his shoulder as her body erupted around him. He quickly followed.



Simon pulled her against his chest to stroke her naked back. She drew deep breaths against him, her breath tickling his chin.



"I can't believe you would use me like that," he said, brushing her hair back over her shoulder. He couldn't help but laugh when she balled up her fist and hit his chest.



"Quiet," she whispered. "Let me enjoy this before more of your secrets intrude."





Thirty-One





Lily awoke to a bright stream of morning light that poured in through a crack between the drawn shade and the carriage window. She blinked her eyes open, realizing she'd slept in Simon's arms all night. His dark head rested against the wall of the coach, a slight rumbling snore escaping him. Even rumpled and unshaven, he was the most handsome man she'd ever seen. And he was her husband.



Her husband.



That thought brought a smile to her lips as Lily leaned back against his massive chest. Never in all her days did she think a man could make her feel such passion. Never in all her days did she think she'd ever fall in love. She certainly never thought she'd marry, not a man like Simon anyway. Yet she had inexplicably done so.



She sighed, wondering if it was possible he felt the same for her. Then the unwanted image of Teresa Hamilton flashed in her mind and Lily's smile vanished. She doubted the sight of the stunning widow wrapping herself around Simon would ever leave her mind.#p#分页标题#e#



"A world of emotion crosses your face, love. Did



you know that?" Simon's baritone voice startled her, and Lily nearly leapt from his lap. However, his arm tightened around her, securing her safely against him. "Good morning, Your Grace."



Lily offered him a shy smile. "How did you ever get accustomed to being called that?"



He kissed her brow and then grinned at her. "I never thought about it. My father was the duke before me, and I always knew I would assume his role. Does the title make you uncomfortable?"



"A little," she admitted. "My father wasn't a duke."



Simon chuckled. "Don't worry, love. Soon you won't even cringe when someone calls you that. It'll just take a little time."



"Are you certain?"



He laughed again. "Every woman I know wants to be a duchess, Lily. There must be something to having the role."



"Hmm," she agreed. "Having you." Apparently she was daring this morning. It must have come from spending the night on his lap. Lily looked up at him and pressed a kiss to his stubbly chin.



Simon's arms tightened around her. "Watch yourself, love, or I'll ravish you again."



A giggle erupted from her throat at the thought. There was something very primitive about Simon, and Lily discovered she enjoyed that aspect of him quite a bit. "You beast."



His arms slackened, and he frowned at her.



Lily immediately missed his tight embrace and couldn't imagine what would change his mood so quickly. "Simon, what is it?"



His grey eyes bored into her as his frown deepened. "You think I'm a beast?"



That's what he was upset about? Lily ran her fingers along his jaw. "Yes," she said honestly, "but I like that about you."



Simon sat back against the squabs, his eyes widening in surprise. "You do?"



Lily nodded. "I love that about you."



The tiniest smile lifted his lips before he pulled her back against his chest. Just as he was about to capture her mouth, the coach came to an abrupt halt.