Page 33 of Revealing a Rogue
“I think best when you are near.”
“I’m too tired this morn to spar with you.”
Landon wrapped Bronwyn’s tresses about his finger. “Should I have Peyton inform Mary that you will skip lessons today?”
“Absolutely not.” His wife bolted upright and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Her long brown waves swished back and forth against the pale skin of her soft back as she twisted about.
“What are you searching for, wife?”
“My shift.”
Admiring the view, he kept silent as Bronwyn stood and turned to rifle through the bedclothes. She placed her hands on her hips. “Do you happen to know where it is, my lord?”
The flush across her chest had his hands itching to reach out for her. He reluctantly paused his admiration of her glorious body. “I might.” He grinned.
Bronwyn’s eyes focused on the spot on his cheek where his blasted dimple resided. “You might. Was it not you who once said that evasiveness merely results in prolonged cross-examination?” Crawling on to the bed, Bronwyn tugged away the coverlet and sheets that kept him warm.
“I don’t recall having said that. However, it does make sense.”
Seated on her heels, her knees barely touching his side, Bronwyn lowered her gaze inch by inch until it landed upon his fully aroused member. It wasn’t her glorious body that had blood rushing to his groin. It was the wordplay that had him at the ready.
Bronwyn raised her curious eyes to his. “How is it you never tire? You claim to have a lung condition, yet I am the one left breathless.”
“Mayhap your attentions have healed me. Would you care to test my hypothesis?” Landon replaced his hands back behind his head, unwilling to negate the progress he had made the night before. His cock twitched, drawing his wife’s attention. She shifted, her brown tresses flowing down her back—tempting him.
Bronwyn ran a hand straight down from his navel to cup his testicles and rolled them in her palm. Looking over her shoulder, she asked, “Do you or do you not know where my shift is?”
He cleared his throat. “I do.”
Bending over him, lowered herself until her mouth was mere inches from the tip of his shaft. “If I let you have your way with me, will you tell me where it is?” She circled the head of his cock with her tongue.
With a groan, he replied, “I’ll give it to you this minute if that is what you wish. I’ll not delay you if you wish to leave.”
“And what about you…your discomfort?”
“Wife, I’ve seen to it many a time. Do you wish to leave?”
Bronwyn took him into her mouth. He pressed his head further into his palms, preventing him from threading his fingers in her hair. Their first night of marriage, he had managed to learn many of Bronwyn’s preferences. Stroking and tugging upon her hair was one of her favorites.
At the swirl of her tongue, he let out a low moan. He couldn’t take any more without having his hands on her. He reached for her hips and shimmied under her, positioning her pretty, wet slit in front of him. A hand on each hip, he licked at her center. He started with long strokes of his tongue and progressed to circling and flicking her until her hips began to rotate. Her moans of delight set the pace for how fast or slow he moved his tongue over her.
Sliding one hand along her side, he reached between them to cup her breast and play with her nipple. Bronwyn continued to glide her mouth up and down his shaft, altering the pressure of her lips and how deep she would swallow him. His own hips jerked forward as his body sought release, but first, he needed to ensure his wife reached satisfaction. Gripping her bottom, he inched a finger closer to his mouth. His forefinger slid into her channel while his tongue flickered over her core. Bronwyn released him as she gasped. She was close. He kneaded her breast, and he continued to pump his finger as Bronwyn took him back into her mouth. If he pinched her nipple or tugged on her hair, she would reach her peak. He had played extensively with her nipples the night before, so he released his hold on her breast and wrapped his wrist and hand in her long tresses. Pressure mounted in his loins, and he reactively tugged on Bronwyn’s hair. Her muscles immediately tightened about his finger, and he ejaculated into her mouth. He untangled his hand from her hair and ran his hand along her spine.
“Hmm.” Bronwyn collapsed onto her side. “Perhaps I’ll have to adjust the order of my preferences.”
Chuckling, Landon retrieved his wife’s flimsy shift from under his pillow and placed it against her hip.
Bronwyn grabbed her shift. “Lady Mary is going to have my head. A lady must be neither too early nor late. Punctuality dictates if one will receive an intimate invitation to tea or dinner rather than an invitation along with the masses to a ball or soiree.” She pulled the shift overhead and swung her legs over the side of the bed.
“Speaking of engagements.” Landon sat up and leaned back against the bed’s headboard. “It is time we formally celebrate our union.”
Bronwyn’s back and shoulders stiffened. “We are to return to London?”
If he could see her expressive face, he’d know how best to answer. She jumped from the bed and spun to glare at him. “But I’m not ready. Lady Mary and I have barely begun.”
Bronwyn’s heaving chest, nipples pressed tightly against her shift, had his full attention. Her protests registered in the depths of his mind, but his body responded first. Blinking away his wayward thoughts, he hauled the tangled sheets up to his waist and smoothed out the material. “Not London.”
Bronwyn narrowed her eyes. Pleased she had freely expressed her opinions, albeit nonverbally, Landon ignored his body’s desire to haul her back to bed. “Archbroke has kindly invited us, the Network elders, and a few close friends, to convene at his country estate. We are expected to arrive by week's end.”
