Page 55 of Her Baseborn Bridegroom

You . . . you’ll need to do the other next,” she said anxiously, her eyes flying open. “The same amount of circles. I don’t want one bigger than the other.”

He shook his head slightly. He had no idea what the fuck she was talking about. It trickled through his brain that her other breast wanted some attention. Well, he was fine with that. He reached for the pot with his other hand and dipped his fingers in it, bringing them to her right breast which he ministered to similarly, unable to stop himself lightly tweaking the dusky rose nipple before he started. She gave a soft gasp at that and pressed her lips firmly together, staring fixedly at his chest, breathing heavily. Her shining hair fell forward onto her shoulders and she shuddered. He started rubbing them more firmly in tandem, enjoying the feel of them and how well they fitted into his palm. In truth, he had always preferred a fuller bosom, but his wife’s high, perky breasts had a charm all of their own. His lust ramped up another notch when he realized how much Linnet was savoring his touch, her eyes drifting shut and then snapping open again, pupils dilated. Sweet heavens! She was like a little cat enjoying being stroked. Leaning into his caress, reveling in it. He swallowed, watching her flushed face. She was so receptive to this—to being touched, to being pleased. She wasn’t accustomed to physical pleasure. He remembered how naturally she gave herself up to him and he felt himself begin to throb with the need to join with her again. His own breathing was somewhat ragged and he dropped his hands suddenly at the realization that he was reaching a dangerous level of arousal if he were supposed to hold out till he was inside her. Her eyes flew open again.

“Was that fifty?” she asked throatily.

“Twenty-five each,” he lied. He had absolutely no fucking clue. “Lie back on the mattress,” he told her abruptly. Time to suffer the consequences of your husband’s cock.

“Um . . . ” she made no move to lie back. He stared at her. Was she trying to test his goddamn limits? He wondered incredulously.

“What?” he asked unable to help himself. What the hell did she want from him now?

“Well, for maximum efficacy,” she mumbled almost incoherently, “You have to . . . ”

He craned his ears to catch her words. “What was that?” he asked sharply.

“ . . . Lick it off,” she whispered, shamefaced.

He stared as she turned rosy pink all the way up her neck to the tips of her ears. There was a rushing sound in his ears and the next thing he knew he had yanked her forward into his lap so she straddled his steely erection. He held her gaze deliberately for a couple of heartbeats before lowering his head to open his voracious mouth against her left breast. She cried out as he licked her nipple in several firm swipes of his tongue before sucking the whole of her breast into his hot mouth. As she bumped against his groin, he palmed her peachy derriere and pulled her even tighter against his turgid cock. She undulated against him, her hands flying to run through his hair, massaging his scalp and encouraging him as he sucked at her and swirled his tongue around her hard, puckered nipple. She shivered as he released her breast with seeming reluctance before turning his attentions to her other breast.

“Ohhhhh,” she whimpered, arching her back and pressing even more firmly into his embrace, his hungry mouth, his rock-hard cock. “Oh, Mason!”

Her voice was so breathy, like a siren. His blood pounded in his head with the need to possess, to take from her sweetness.

“Was this what you wanted?” he asked her in a low growl, panting against the delicate swell of her bosom.

“Yes,” she answered dreamily without a trace of guile, her hands still running through his hair.

“So glad I could oblige,” he replied, sounding pained. “But now you’ve had what you want, I think it’s my turn.” He thrust his hips up so she could be in no doubt as to his meaning. Her eyes flew wide.

“You don’t need any ointment on that,” she panted in alarm. “It’s already big enough, I’m sure.”

“What?” he asked with a frown, grasping the hem of her shift, pulling it up over her head so that she was fully naked and squirming on his lap.

He caught his breath at the sight of her: naked, pale, and scattered in golden freckles. Beautiful. All mine. He shook his head again, his thoughts confusing him. It seemed to him now that he could barely remember a time that he had not been attracted to her. He tipped her onto her back and covered her with his body.

“Kiss me, Linnet,” he said huskily as he took her mouth. Gods, she felt so good. He groaned as he felt her palms move down his sides to his hips. “Touch me some more,” he whispered against her jaw.

She only hesitated a second before her hands slid around to his cock. He hissed through his teeth and she froze. “Is that not . . . ?”

He swore. “Next time,” he promised. “I need to be inside you now. Open your legs.” Gods she was sweet. And probably needed his touch before he ploughed her. Godsdamnit! He reached down, breathing through his nose only to find her wet and ready for him. “Linnet, sweetheart,” he whispered as he settled between her thighs and entered her in a swift, sure thrust. She gasped beneath him, her hands clutching at his back. Planting one hand on the mattress by her shoulder, he braced himself against her as he thrust, slow and steady. “I want your eyes on me, Linnet,” he said in a voice so gravelly he could barely recognize his own voice.

He breathed out as he waited for her eyes to open, and then basked in the warmth of her hazel-green eyes. Had he once thought them pale and insipid? Hard to remember he had once been indifferent to her charms.

“That’s it,” he gasped, running a hand up and down one of her smooth thighs as his muscles rippled and clenched.

The bedframe creaked. He clenched his jaw against the pleasure she was giving him as they moved together in a tangle of limbs. Gods, he just wanted to lose himself in her body’s tight embrace.

Words flew out of his mouth, without his brain engaging. “Don’t hide from me like you did before.”

Her eyes widened. “When? I did not—”

“Last night. When you turned away from me,” he muttered, his eyes piercing her confused stare.

“Oh . . . ” she bit her lip, her body arching against his relentless rhythm.

“Please, Mason,” she whimpered.

“Yes?”