Page 73 of The Detective and the Baroness

Corrine grabbed his hand, pulling her toward her bedroom. “The sooner we get started, the better.”

The room was softly lit, giving enough illumination for him to see her nightgown more clearly. She looked beautiful in the shamrock green sheer confection that accentuated her luscious curves and generous breasts.

Corrine walked around him in a circle. Her fingers trailed across his rear, over his hip, until they reached his aching erection. She grasped him tight, eliciting an agonizing moan from him. Mitchell had never been this aroused before. He fumbled with the buttons on his waistcoat, so Corrine assisted him. The garment hit the floor, along with his shirt. She caressed him, exploring, kissing every inch of skin.

“Mitchell,” she rasped seductively. “I want no barrier between us.”

Mitchell grasped her chin, tilting it upward until she caught his gaze. “Are you sure? I have a sheath.”

“None.”

Mitchell smiled. “No sheaths, then. I want you. I always will.” He kissed her, his hands exploring her curves, caressing her breasts. As Corrine moaned in reply, he flicked his thumb across her erect nipple. Without breaking the kiss, they divested Mitchell of the rest of his clothes. He kicked his trousers and small clothes aside.

Corrine stepped back, giving him a thorough inspection, which caused him to grow harder. “Oh, you are well put together. In all ways,” she whispered.

Mitchell looped his arm about her waist and pulled her close, nuzzling her neck. He stepped back, heading toward the bed, bringing Corrine with him. Laughing, she playfully pushed him down, pulled her silk nightgown over her head, and rolled in next to him. Mitchell couldn’t stop touching her. His hands were everywhere.

And when he slipped his hand between her legs, he moaned. “Wet. Gloriously wet.”

“And much to explore. But now? Make love to me.”

Mitchell did not need any further invitation. He rose above her. The anticipation had him trembling from need. How long he had waited for this. There. Perfection. Mitchell closed his eyes. He felt—complete. Alive. Home.

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The feel of him filling her had Corrine’s heart beating furiously. Mitchell held still, as if savoring their joining. She moved her hips slightly, and a guttural groan escaped him.

“I could stay like this forever,” he ground out, his voice husky.

“As could I,” Corrine purred as she thrust upward. “However, I want this.”

“Always tell me what you want, in bed and out of it.”

“Oh, I shall.”

He started slow, with long, even strokes as they explored each other, kissing and caressing. Corrine gently nipped his shoulder, causing another of those glorious growls. The rhythm built, the pace quickening, and Corrine met each thrust with equal enthusiasm. Her desire was all-consuming. Before long, she was panting, yearning… She was so close….

“Come for me, darling,” Mitchell groaned.

That was all Corrine needed to hear. She let herself go and cried out his name. All she could see were colors swirling in her vision as her body trembled and shook with the intensity of her climax.

At her release, Mitchell’s body grew rigid. His teeth clenched, and he threw his head back in complete surrender.

They held each other for several minutes as their breathing regulated, and then Mitchell laid back down, pulling her into his embrace. “My God,” he rasped with awe.

“I agree. More?”

Mitchell chortled. “Oh, yes. Much more. And we have the entire night.”

“And the rest of our lives.”

They hadn’t discussed a future together. But it was implied. Implicit. Understood. Whatever word fit. Corrine wanted no other man.

The heart knew.

Mitchell smoothed her hair from her forehead. “All of it. Forever.”

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