Page 40 of Impeccable
Gregory had to rein in his thoughts. In his mind, he was already caressing her and considering how they were going to avoid ruining her appearance. He was fairly certain he knew, and the notion that he was moments from experiencing it with her was enough to make him far more than “sufficiently” aroused.
Moving quickly, he found one of the toys made of rope that Ash liked to chew. “Here you go, boy,” he coaxed, drawing the pup near the hearth. There was another plump pillow there, and it was probably his favorite place to sit, particularly while Gregory read the newspaper in the chair beside it.
When he finished settling Ash, he had to look to see where Evie had gone. His jaw dropped as he saw her standing at the side of his bed. She’d lifted her gown to her waist, exposing the glorious pale globes of her delectable backside. Her eyes met his with glittering intent, and she wriggled her rear. He strode to her as if he were dying of hunger and she was a buffet of culinary delights.
“Stand behind me,” she said huskily, her arousal evident in the deep, seductive pitch of her voice. “I think you can probably discern the rest.”
He could indeed. He’d seen animals do this dozens of times. He was eager to see how it felt.
“Hurry,” she urged, parting her legs so that he could see the lips of her sex. “Touch me.”
He was already halfway there, his fingers reaching for her as he unbuttoned his fall with his other hand. Stroking her, he found her wet, her arousal as desperate as his. They wouldn’t need much time at all.
“Touch me, Gregory. I can push against the bed and stimulate my clitoris. Put your fingers in me. Now.”
He did what she asked, spearing into her and making her gasp.
“Grab my backside,” she rasped, breathless, her hips moving with his hand.
He’d already freed his cock, but he clasped one of her cheeks as he continued to stroke his fingers in and out of her sex. Her muscles clenched, and he could tell she was moving quickly toward her orgasm.
Normally, he would take her there, but they were short on time. Grasping his cock, he guided himself into her heat. She instantly pushed back against him until the flesh of her backside met his pelvis.
“Yes, Gregory. That feels so good. You press so deep like this. It’s glorious.” She wiggled against him, and he had to close his eyes and count to five to keep from exploding within her.
He gripped her hips and drove into her, careless of his speed. She felt too good around him, and he knew she was nearing her climax. Her hand landed on his thigh, her fingernails digging into his breeches. She turned her head, her eye not quite meeting his. “Faster, Gregory. I’m so close.”
He leaned over her and dragged his tongue along her neck. “Come for me, Evie. Hard.” He pulsed in and out of her with relentless thrusts.
She buried her face in the coverlet and cried out as she clenched around him. Gregory followed her into ecstasy, his orgasm racing over him. He closed his eyes and cast his head back, surrendering completely to bliss.
“Ash!”
Gregory’s eyes snapped open. Ash was on the bed in front of Evie’s head, licking her face. She laughed. “Curious, naughty boy,” she said between giggles.
Withdrawing from her body, Gregory couldn’t help laughing too. He needed to tidy himself—and her—which only added to the humor of the moment. “Don’t move,” he said, rushing to fetch a cloth from the washstand on the other side of the room. Grabbing two, he hurried back and gave one to her.
“Thank you,” she said, still laughing. Ash now sat on the bed and looked from her to Gregory and back again, his expression one of absolute inquisitiveness. “He would like to know what we are doing.”
“Clearly.” Gregory finished cleaning up and refastened his breeches. Taking her cloth when she was finished, he returned them to the washstand.
She turned a circle as he walked back toward her. “No damage done, I believe?”
“None. You’re a bit flushed, however.”
“That will fade shortly, but the memory will not.” She gave him a wicked smile.
How was he going to survive without her? He’d never felt so wonderful. Soalive. His gaze settled on her mouth. “We didn’t even kiss.”
“No, we didn’t.” She rose on her toes and pressed her mouth to his. He’d no idea if she’d intended it to be chaste, but he was incapable of that. Though they’d just coupled rather satisfyingly, he clasped her to him and kiss her ravenously. He kept it short, but by the time they parted, she was breathless.
“Careful, or we’re going to be gone much longer than we should,” she murmured.
He was so very tempted. Alas, they needed to get back to the party. Or, at least he did. “I realize I can’t see you tomorrow with the holiday, but can we meet at the cottage the following morning?”
“Christmas morning?” she asked, sounding hesitant.
“I have a gift for you. Since I can’t give it to you tomorrow, Christmas morning is the next best thing.”
