She turned on her side, keeping the sheet up to her chin as she propped to her elbow, her eyes sincere and thoughtful. “My mother advised that we keep no secrets between us, that the way to a happy future is by sharing every experience, whether good or bad.” She darted an impish grin and waited. Her slender brows arched in expectation.
“Since when have you listened to your mother’s advice? Besides, I’d rather keep her out of our bedroom too.”
“Oh, there’s no worry of that.” She reached across the sheets and ran her fingertips across his chest, smoothing over the muscles as she was often fond of doing. “You’ve corrupted me quite thoroughly.”
“Caroline, my love, you have no idea.” He captured her in an effortless action that defied logic and rolled her neatly against his side. Reaching around her slender waist, he cupped her breast, the nipple already peaked and teasing against his palm. “Now, let’s continue your scandalous education.”
* * * *
Her husband smiled and her heart stuttered. Good thing she was already lying down, or that legendary grin would have caused her collapse. In truth, she’d fallen quite completely regardless. Jonathan’s attention had that effect. Still, after a conversation with her cousin Louisa, Caroline had acquired a few ideas, dare she label it advice, for pleasing her husband on their wedding night, and she intended to put each and every one into effect, if for no other reason than to demonstrate her ability to weaken his knees in return.
She turned over, bringing them nose to nose, and slipped her hand between their bodies to take hold of his tightening arousal. He was hard and heavy in her grasp, and she reveled in the fact she could cause this reaction. She brushed her fingers over the tip of his erection and he tensed, his look of surprise both pleasing and satisfying. “Why don’t you lie back and close your eyes?”
He did as he was told, though he kept his eyes open, focused on the bed drapery above them.
“You mean to torture me, don’t you, minx?”
“I mean to pleasure you.” She tightened her grasp to emphasize her intent and began a steady rhythm, each stroke a little smoother despite his flesh throbbed and jerked with every pass.
“Caroline.” The word sounded strained. “I don’t know how much longer, ah—”
Draped against his ribs, her hair might have tickled as she took him into her mouth, although the subsequent sounds confirmed it was more the intensity of her bold caresses, press of her lips, and lap of her tongue that had him uttering incoherent noises. She might have kept going all day if he didn’t rally some strength and haul her up and atop him.
“You are a seductress, a sensual goddess intent on punishing me.”
She hardly replied before he reversed their positions and she found herself beneath him, the press of his hard, heated chest a delightful contrast to the plush bedding at her back.
“Be warned, my lady wife, I am a scoundrel, an irrepressible rogue, and I’ve a thousand ways to bring you to pleasure.”
She laughed softly, and the sound held every joyful wish for their future. “I certainly hope so, my lord.”
And then conversation became unnecessary.
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