Beautiful Tempest(109)

But Jacqueline had laughed. "I do!"

After she and Damon had taken their vows to be man and wife, they'd raced upstairs to their bedchamber. Not that they hadn't already made love twice in his coach on the way to Essex. But missing him as much as she did while they were apart had made her insatiable, and she hadn't gotten her fill of him yet.

"I'm not leaving this bed," Jacqueline said now.

She climbed on top of Damon to straddle his hips and was only a little surprised that he was already hard enough for her to mount. She grinned down at him and wiggled her hips.

"Do I need to teach you that you should let me lure you into-"

"Do I need to divorce you already?" she countered.

He went very still. She punched his shoulder. "You're the one who needs teaching about what's a tease and what isn't. You're never getting rid of me-Bastard." She giggled as she said it.

He rolled his eyes. "You really do find that funny, don't you?"

"Don't you? Especially since your real father has already legitimized you as his firstborn and heir. By the by, I like him and your mother. At least one of us can say that about the other's parents."

"I'm sure I'll like yours-someday."

She chuckled. "Probably not." Then she gasped as he twitched inside her.

A lambent light entered her eyes just before she leaned down to put her lips to his. She hoped, she really did, that this need to devour him would settle down eventually . . . well, at least settle down to moderation. Once a day, maybe twice. Had she really thought when she was on the ship with him in a sea becalmed but with her passions running wild that one more week of him would have sufficed? Such a silly notion.

The kiss got hot. Gooseflesh spread across her bare back where his hands moved. They were both naked, never having put on any nightclothes last night, even when he got up to pour them wine, or when she got up to stoke the fire in the wee hours when it got a little chilly in the room. They had made love for most of the night. Maybe it wasn't morning and was afternoon instead? 

He finally gripped her hips for a harder thrust, but he gasped and tried to flip her over. She fought to stay mounted. He let her win. She rewarded him by grinding her hips to his, but she got the reward, that beautiful explosion of sensual delight.

And the gasp "Oh . . . my . . . God!"

He laughed as she threw back her head to enjoy the full luxury of that climax, but then he did the gasping as he followed with his own. She ended up staring at him and marveling once more that he was hers. She hadn't been glad of the day she'd met him, but if she'd known then what she knew now, she would have been. So many variables could have revealed the truth sooner if he hadn't been desperate to help the father who raised him, if he hadn't hated James for taking his mother away, if he hadn't had to get a pirate back in prison one way or another . . . if . . . if . . .

She shared one with him now. "Half of my rage when we first met was because I wanted you even then, but knew I couldn't have you."

"Do I need to say again how sorry-?"

She put a finger to his lips and smiled. "No, but you can promise never to keep any secrets from me again." She gave him a wicked grin. "Imagine how much sooner we could have been doing this if you'd been honest from the start."

"Or you might have killed me."

"I had my chance and merely gave you a paltry wound. What does that tell you?"

"How lucky I am?" He cupped her cheeks and gazed deeply into her eyes. "I love you, Jack. I think I have from the start."

Emotions bubbled up inside her and made her eyes a little glassy. She couldn't have found a more perfect husband if she'd conjured one up. He'd given her adventure and excitement, passion and now love. He'd stirred every one of her emotions, bad and good.

With only the good ones remaining, she could tease, "I figured you must, since you've braved my family to have me. But it's nice to hear."

He raised a brow, saying pointedly, "Yes, it is."

She chuckled. "Of course, I love you-now."

"Now?"

"Did you think it was instantaneous?" She laughed. "No, no, only the lust was. Love took longer, although it probably happened sooner than my stubbornness allowed me to admit. But it's well seated now, this glorious feeling. And we wouldn't be married if I didn't now love you wholeheartedly."

The sudden pounding on the door had Damon leaping out of bed because he hadn't locked the door.

Jacqueline yelled, "We'll be downstairs shortly!"

Damon glanced back at her to whisper, "You know that was probably him."

"Probably." She grinned. "Pour us a bath to share in that lovely bathing room you have. My father can wait a bit longer."