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“It was entirely my pleasure.” He kissed her, his mouth lingering against hers.
For the first time in Prudence’s memory, she fell asleep smiling.
Chapter8
When Bennet opened his eyes the next morning, he had two immediate thoughts. First, the woman with whom he was entwined was a singular gift. He’d always counted himself unlucky—there were usually bad surprises, rarely good. But this time, he’d found true good fortune, however fleeting.
Second, the sun was shining quite brilliantly, indicating it was indeed time for them to say goodbye.
She stirred in his arms, nuzzling his chest, then pressing her lips to his neck. That surprised him. She’d been wonderfully curious in her innocence, but not necessarily bold. At least not as bold as she was in other aspects.
“Do we have to get up?” she murmured against his skin, tickling him in the most marvelous way.
“Yes. Though I daresay we can delay it a bit.” He rolled to his back, and she pushed herself up to look down at him. Her blond hair fell in waves, caressing her face and his chest.
“And what shall we do with that delay?” She moved her leg over his, bringing her mound flush with his thigh. Her hips moved gently against him.
There was her boldness. Not that he’d doubted its existence.
His cock, already hard, lengthened against her thigh. “You must be sore from last night. We really shouldn’t.”
“We’ll never have the chance again,” she said, her voice a low rasp.
Why did she have to remind him? As if they had any sort of future. He needed an heiress. And she didn’t even want to wed—he couldn’t very well ask her to conduct an endless liaison with him. The truth was he didn’t want to wed either. Hehadto in order to keep his family safe and secure. If not for them, he’d let the estate crumble to the ground and the title die with him. He didn’t want to subject anyone to his family—more specifically, their affliction—least of all her.
“Pru, you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. I should refuse, just as I should have last night, but I am utterly at your command.” He cupped her nape and pulled her down for a kiss.
She kissed him with blood-heating skill, and he bemoaned the fact that they hadn’t done this at the start. How they could have spent the last six days…and nights.
Grinding her pelvis against him with slow, enticing movements, she trailed her lips along his jaw and down his neck, demonstrating how much she’d learned. Her hand caressed his shoulder and then his chest, her fingers exploring his flesh.
Bennet closed his eyes and surrendered to her touch. Her hand moved lower over his abdomen, stroking his hip and then grazing his cock.
“Prudence,” he croaked as lust streaked through him.
“Mmm?” She kissed his chest and closed her hand around his shaft.
He moaned, his hips arching.
“You like that?” she asked.
“Move your hand—from the base to the tip.” He gritted his teeth as she did what he said. The urge to ask her to go faster, to bring him to release was overwhelming. Instead, he flipped her to her back and positioned himself between her legs.
She did not let go of him. In fact, her grip was a bit tight, and he loved it.
Bennet lowered his head to her breast, taking her nipple between his teeth before suckling her. She was so responsive, so unabashedly demonstrative that it took his breath away. He stroked between her legs and found her wet.
“Guide me into you,” he said, thumbing her clitoris.
Her breathing sped as her body began to quiver beneath him. She bent her legs and put his cock to her sheath. Unable to resist, Bennet wrapped his hand around hers, and together, they positioned him to slide inside.
He thrust into her, moving his hand to her hip and then her backside.
She gasped, and he paused. “All right?” he asked, thinking she had to be too tender.
“Wonderful,” she said on an exhale, her body tightening around him as she wrapped her legs about his hips. “Just move. Please.”
“Happily.” He kissed her as he withdrew and thrust again, starting a slow but steady pace.
