Page 96 of When the Viscount Seduces
Smiling, she looked over at him. “How did I do?”
“You were spectacular. Top marks.” He kissed her shoulder, then bounded off the bed to fetch a cloth to tidy her.
As he approached her from the other side of the bed, he cleaned his seed from her, then deposited the cloth in the basin. Then he tidied himself and rejoined her in their bed.
Theirbed. No longer just his. Everything he had he would share with her. Gladly. Eagerly. For all their days.
He helped her into the bedclothes. She lay on her back, and he pressed himself to her side. “I’m not going to Westminster tomorrow.”
“Is that all right?”
“I have rarely spent much time there,” he said drily. “No one will miss me.”
“They will after today. I daresay you made quite an impression on everyone with that speech. You certainly impressed me. And my father, I think. He laughed at your jest regarding Almack’s orgeat.”
Lazarus smiled. “Did he? That’s good to hear. I know he has his reservations about me, but I will prove to him every day that I deserve to be your husband, that I will make you the happiest woman in the world.”
“Already accomplished,” she said with a sigh. “I am curious to know what Eberforce thought of your speech. I presume someone will have told him of it. You have ruined his plans to ruin me.”
“If he does anything untoward regarding you, I will put an immediate stop to it. Indeed, at the first opportunity, I plan to inform him that if he causes you any distress or maligns you in any way, I will ensure he’s never able to purchase a fashionable waistcoat in London again. He’ll have to learn to make them himself.”
Gwen laughed. “You can’t have that much power.”
He arched a brow at her. “I’m willing to find out.”
She leaned over to kiss him, her eyes glowing. “Thank you for being my champion, from that night at Almack’s to today at Westminster. There can be no woman luckier than me.”
“We’ve already established our luck as fact,” he said soberly. “I thank you for also being my champion, for reminding me of my worth. I am only sorry my father isn’t here to meet you. I do think he would love you nearly as much as I do.”
“He lives on in you, my love,” she said with a brilliant smile that encapsulated every delightful aspect of who she was. “And he will live on in our children, should we be blessed with them.”
“I should hope so. You will be an excellent mother.” He kissed her again, and his body began to stir once more.
“And you will be a magnificent father.” She kissed him back, her tongue sliding along his as she caressed his chest.
“We should go to sleep,” he said.
“What if I prefer to take another ride?” she asked.
“It’s rather soon, and you are new to the sport. Perhaps I will wake you with another method of lovemaking that will not put pressure on your arm.”
Her brow puckered as she looked at him with rampant curiosity. “And how is that?”
“You’ll lie on your uninjured arm.”
She rolled to her left arm, presenting her back to him. “Like this?”
Blast, now she was going to tempt him sorely. “Yes. And I will bend your top leg like this.” He moved her leg into position, opening her sex. He dragged his fingertips along the back of her thigh and stroked them across her folds. She was wet again, and now he would be lost.
“I was going to wake you this way, but now it seems this is how I will say good night,” he said softly as he worked his fingers into her eager sheath.
“I can think of no better way to welcome sleep.” She moved her hips with his thrusts.
Lazarus kissed her neck and whispered, “Are you ready for me, my love?”
“Always.” He entered her from behind and rocked into her, thrusting deep as he clasped her thigh.
“I love you,” she moaned, as they raced for ecstasy once more.
