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His hands came around her hips, and he thrust forward. She curled her legs around his hips as she felt him ease into her wetness.
She cried out. "Henry," she whimpered as he rocked into her, thrusting so hard the table groaned under their weight. His hands braced the table, his hips grinding into her.
He groaned and slammed into her once more, taking her with him to another world. As he came, he jerked forward, his face buried in her hair as his body shuddered.
He pulled away, bringing her with him. He buttoned his trousers and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm starving. Shall we see what cook prepared for us?"
She was almost taken aback at how his emotions changed so quickly. One minute he'd been desperately making love to her. Now his attention was elsewhere. Men could be like that Jane had warned her.
"Yes, let’s. I hardly ate this morning." She shook out her skirts and smoothed them with her hands as she followed him to the basket that sat waiting on the kitchen table.
She watched as he disappeared to the pantry, pulling out a bottle of red wine. Anna removed food from the basket. She smiled. They certainly wouldn't starve while they were here. Cook had sent roasted chicken, sliced beef roast, fruit, and a fresh loaf of bread. Simple but hearty. Nothing too pretentious that it required someone to warm or fuss over. Chocolate cake and freshly made scones were there for dessert should they desire.
She sat down at the table and began to fill a plate as Henry poured them each a glass of wine. She passed the plate to him and made one for herself. They sat just the two of them at the kitchen table. "This is perfect, don't you think?" she asked.
Henry finished the chicken she'd seen him pop into his mouth with his fingers. "Yes, a nice change."
"Perhaps we can make time to enjoy a more intimate meal in our chambers occasionally once we return," she said without looking at him.
"I would enjoy having my wife to myself at least one evening. No servants, no one to bother us."
"Excellent. I'll plan it with cook," she replied.
Desire already flooded her body. Was it even possible for a woman to want a man, her husband, the way she did? It simply wasn't ladylike, but none of the rules of proper society seemed to matter when she was alone with him.
Chapter Fourteen
Two days later, Annastepped into the entry hall of Blackmont Crest. She stopped, waiting on her husband. This was her house; she was the duchess of all her husband's estates.
Though she'd visited Blackmont Crest, she had only been to the public rooms. Now she would know every nook and cranny of this magnificent old home.
Her husband came up behind her, placing his hand on her lower back. "Would you like to visit your chambers?" She'd already seen them once before, but now circumstances were different. Now she was duchess.
"Yes," she said with a sigh, still looking around the hallway. "How old is Blackmont Crest?"
"The oldest portion is three hundred years old. The newer portion was built by my great-great-grandfather in 1730."
