The Rakehell Regency Romance Collection Volume 2(202)

He kissed her. "Not ours. They will be happy and loved, and know peace in their lifetime."



She kissed him then, and he spun her around until she laughed in delight and begged to be put down. "I have other things I want to do with your hands," she said with a wink.



"Indeed. I can thing of quite a few. The only problem is the image of seeing you rounded with my baby is making me so hard feel like I'm about to faint."



"Well, don't faint, darling. I want you awake for all I'm going to do to you."



He stared. "Why, you teasing little minx."



Her eyes flashed. "No tease. I have every intention of following through."



She removed his clothing lingeringly, piece by piece as they had done on the night they had finally consummated their marriage.



Then she led him to the tub, and waited while he climbed in.



Soon she was lathering his broad stroking back, kneading his muscles until he sighed and surrendered to whatever she had decided she was going to do to him. Whatever it was would be wonderful, he was sure. Each time they were together was more and more wondrous than the last.



"I felt you, you know. When I was ill. Heard you. I was a long way away and couldn't reach you, but your hands upon me were most powerful."



"Oh, darling, please don't remind me."



"Are you sure?" she whispered, her eyes glowing with their special warm spark.



She continues to soap him, down the plain of his hard chest and abdomen, and still lower. Under the water line.



He sucked in his breath, and shook his head, but it was too late. One hand braced on the edge of the tub, while the other pulled her to him for a kiss. He gasped his release into her mouth as she twined her tongue around his, and her fingers thrilled him until the end.



"Oh, Elizabeth, thank you. But you shouldn't have."



"Why not? You've done it to me. That first day in the cave, the night we got engaged. You remember, darling. What's sauce for the goose…."



"You are most definitely saucy. But does that mean I'm a goose?"



She smiled tenderly. "No. You are my most darling husband, the man who can delight me with just one look from your wonderful eyes."



He reached to caress her breasts, but she shook her head. "No. I mean, I love what you do to me, but I want you to have this night of pleasure for yourself. Not have to worry about pleasing me."



"Are you sure? I mean I thought women....



"You do please me, always. You don't have to try. Now for one night I just want to return the favor."



"All right, I'll try to control myself. But if you keep doing that, darling, I'm not going to be answerable for the consequences."



She smiled and gave him a fleeting kiss, as light as the flutter of a butterfly's wings. "Just relax and enjoy it. We have all night. And the rest of our lives."



"Now that sounds like a bargain I would be mad to refuse."



She lathered him all over a second time, from head to toe and everywhere in between, until his flesh felt as though it were on fire. As though he had never made love before.



It was all so new and wondrous, like wandering around in the dark and stumbling across a glimpse of paradise. Like it had been in the cave. And the dolmen. Magical. Perfect.



When he had finished soaking, Elizabeth dried him off lingeringly with some warm towels and led him to the pallet bed on the hearth. She whispered for him to lie face down. She sat on the bed beside him, and took up a small bottle. She poured some perfumed oil into one palm and onto his back, still rugged with scars, but not nearly as bad as it had been.



She ran both hands down him in long languorous strokes. Will thought he would burst into flames, so thrilling was the contact. She kneaded his buttocks, thighs, calves, and then worked her way back up.



His erection thrust painfully against the mattress, and finally he could stand the exquisite pleasure no longer, and begged her to let him turn over.



"Easy," she said as he did so and grabbed for her arm. She pressed him back down on the mattress and poured more oil on his front.



"Oh, no, love, I can't…"



"You can. Just relax, trust me."



She worked her way down to his feet once more, taking pains to skirt around his throbbing loins. No, she had other plans for them.



Slick with oil, he looked like a god descended from Mount Olympus, and she stroked him almost worshipfully, before running her hands up his thighs to spread his legs and explore the delicate skin which was tightening desirously between.



"Elizabeth, love, you can't-" His breath caught in his throat as her mouth came down and moved over him. The smooth glide of her lips and tongue nearly unmanned him again.