Page 116 of Harpy of the Ton
She glanced up to see her husband leaning against the doorframe, wearing only his breeches. He folded his arms, and her mouth watered at the way his muscles rippled with the movement—the barely concealed power of the male beast.
“I won’t ask whether you slept well,” he said.
“Why?”
“Because I held you in my arms all night. I carried you to the sofa just after dawn.”
“While I was…n-naked?”
He grinned. “If I recall, I did a great deal more thanthatwhile you were naked.”
“I’m at a disadvantage this morning,” she said. “I am still naked.”
“I can redress the balance,” he said, unbuttoning his breeches.
“Lawrence—the children! They’ll be up soon. What if they catch us?”
“Then they’ll be witness to our love.” He approached and took her hand, lifting it to his mouth. “We can resume our activities of last night once the children have left for school.”
“What—here?”
He flicked his tongue out, hunger in his eyes. “I’m wantin’ to enjoy you in every room in the house—the bedchamber, the kitchen…”
“Thekitchen?”
“Where else would I feast on you but on the kitchen table?”
“Oh.”
How sinful! Yet she pulsed with need at the notion of being served up on the kitchen table while he devoured her.
“Then there’s the hallway—up against the wall, I think,” he said. “And the garden…”
“O-outside? Is that not terribly wicked?”
“That’ll make it more pleasurable. That is, if you’re not too tender after last night.”
He slipped his hand beneath the blanket, searching for her breast, which was already heavy with need, the nipple peaked for him.
“My woman’s as hungry for me as I am for her.”
“Lawrence!” she chided.
“Your body cannot lie, love, and the children won’t be up for a while yet. Perhaps we might indulge in a morsel or two before breakfast. Then we can dine more fully throughout the day.”
“Don’t you have to work? Sir Halford Merrick’s garden…”
“Is finished,” he said. “Today, I need to work on the designs for Mr. Trelawney’s garden.”
“I can…” she began, then hesitated. He’d made it clear before how little he valued her opinion, or her offer of help.
“Yes, my love?” He caressed her breast, igniting a spark of need in her center.
“Lawrence!”
He leaned close and nipped her earlobe. “I love hearing my name on your lips.” Then he brushed his lips against hers. “Might I ask something?”
“Anything.”
