Page 24 of Revealing a Rogue
Had she heard correctly? Landon hadn’t merely asked Theo to pass along the order. He had asked his cousin to select the wedding gift entirely. Her heart deflated.
She angled her face toward the floor to hide her disappointment and reached for her gift to him. When she turned to give it to him, he lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.
“I’m sorry I’ve disappointed you. I should have selected your wedding gift myself, even if I made a hash of it.”
She forced her lips to curl into a smile at his sincere apology. Logically she knew it impossible for a man like Landon to love her. He’d only had a few days to come to know the real her. She had opened up, wanting to make sure Landon was fully aware of who he’d be marrying once they crossed the border. Their time together had confirmed what a genuinely brilliant man Landon was and solidified her attraction to the rogue that lay beneath the surface.
Her smile transformed into a grin, and then Landon’s lips were upon hers, banishing all thoughts and worries. She gave herself over to the man whose kisses awakened a feeling she never imagined possible.
Holding her tight, Landon asked, “May I have my gift now?”
She lifted her hand and held out the box for him.
Landon opened his gift, and his dimples appeared in full force. “Now, these are a thoughtful gift. I shall treasure them forever.” He placed them back on the desk. “How can I atone for my mistake?”
“You could kiss me again.”
Her husband didn’t hesitate. He gathered her back into his arms. His fingers ran along the seam of buttons at her back as his lips glided over hers, hungry with desire.
Gasping for air, Landon twirled her around. He made quick work of removing her gown and stays. Standing in her chemise, stockings, and slippers, she stared at the bed. Anticipation crept up her spine and her stomach did a flip. This beautiful, brilliant man was to be hers in every way. Certainty that she was going to fail him refused to leave her.
It had always worked to her advantage when she took matters into her own hands. She grabbed Landon by the hand and led him to the bed. At her gentle push, he fell back and sat upon the straw-stuffed mattress.
Before he could question her, she placed her hands on her hips and said, “I’ve decided upon a different punishment.” She nearly laughed out loud as his eyes enlarged to the size of saucers.
His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. “I’m ready for my sentence.”
“For the remainder of the evening, you will be required totell meyour preferences and dislikes—in words, not via sounds or movements.” She lifted the hem of her chemise up and over her head.
Landon’s gaze affixed to her breasts.
She bent to remove her garters, stockings, and shoes. Bronwyn rose until they were eye to eye. “Do you understand?”
“I believe so.”
Naked, she stepped between his legs. Steadying her hands, she removed his cravat and said, “Good.”
Landon licked his lips, and Bronwyn’s fingers faltered as she worked on the buttons of his waistcoat. Her husband didn’t appear at all perturbed at her bold actions. His responses merely empowered Bronwyn to continue with her brazen acts. At the same time, she was powerless over the intense craving to have him touch and pleasure her.
Landon’s hands wrapped around her hips, and he tugged Bronwyn closer. Her skin burned as warm breath brushed against her breasts. “I’d prefer you undressed me quicker.” Desire and desperation that matched her own rang clear in his voice. His lips skimmed over her nipples, eliciting a moan from her.
Taking a half step back, Bronwyn said, “Very well. Stand.”
Landon released his hold on her, but not before running his hands over her bottom and giving her a little swat. The brief sting sent a thrill of excitement through her that clenched the inner muscles at her center.
He toed off his court shoes and slowly stood, feet braced apart. Her breathing and pulse both accelerated as she divested him of his coat, waistcoat, and lawn shirt. When she reached for his falls, he captured her wrist. “I was wrong.” His voice was raw and deep. “I’d prefer you to take your time.”
His words ignited a war within her. For days, Bronwyn had been curious as to what his manhood would feel like in her hand. Her fingers trembled as she reached for his falls. The need to please him superseded her own cravings. The material of Landon’s breeches was stretched taut, easing slightly as she released each button through its hole. His shaft sprang free and grazed the back of her hand. Wrapping her fingers about his member, she slid her palm down until she could run her thumb over the tip.
“Perhaps you…you could continue your exploration.” Landon’s breathing became erratic. “Once I’m upon the bed.” He released a groan as he grew in her grip. “I fear my knees might buckle.”
Glad it wasn’t only she who felt weak when caressed, Bronwyn slipped her hands beneath his waistband at his hips and shimmied his breeches down until they dropped to the floor. Dropping to her knees, she rolled down his stockings. He lifted each foot, allowing her to remove them from his big feet.
His hard shaft bobbed once as she drew level with it. Steadying herself, she placed her hands upon his muscled upper thighs, stuck out her tongue, and licked. Finding the taste not unpleasant, she ran the tip of him along the seam of her lips.
Landon’s fingers threaded through her hair, and with a little pressure, pressed himself against her mouth. Instinctively she opened, and she slid her lips down his member, which twitched. Her hands roamed to the sides of his taut thighs up to his hips and then back round to his tightly clenched butt cheeks. The man had dimples. Imitating his earlier actions, Bronwyn ran her hand over his ass and gave it a slap. His grip tightened in her hair. Her moan mixed with his. A second groan of pure pleasure escaped her husband as she tightened her lips about him. Bronwyn inched back to the tip. With a pop, she released him. “You’re not using your words.”
“Wife. You may take me in your mouth any time you like.”
