Page 51 of Their Master

When he returned, his dark eyes flickered over the nightgown she wore, which was the same pale silk as the dressing gown but there was much less of it.

He cupped her breasts and Moira hissed in a breath as he thumbed her hard nipples. “I adore your body, Moira. The more I think of putting a child inside you, the more it arouses me.”

Moira sucked in a breath at both his words and the hot, possessive look on his face. There was no denying that being desired by a man like Smith was a powerful aphrodisiac. He could have anyone he wanted—male or female—and yet he had chosen Moira, a woman who’d always been the least of her family.

“The doctor told me you were twelve days from your last courses.”

His words snapped her from the sensual daze he’d induced with his caressing.

Smith grinned at whatever he saw on her face and then pinched her nipples hard enough to send twin shocks of pain and desire straight to her pulsing core. “Is it indelicate of me to speak of your courses?”

Moira had certainly never discussed such a thing with any man—not even a physician, until today.

“You needn’t answer; I know it is.” He pinched and pulled her aching nipples. “But as I plan to breed you it seems wise to deal with the matter head on, don’t you think?”

Moira’s face flamed at his words and she lifted her hands to her cheeks, stunned that she could still blush.

Smith chuckled. “How lovely you look with roses on your cheeks.” He released one of her nipples and slid a hand down her belly to her sex, his finger pushing the thin fabric between her swollen lips. “Mmm, you are wet and so hot,” he muttered, gently flicking her sensitive bud. “I think you like my crude, direct manner of speaking.”

Moira couldn’t demur; she’d never had a man say such things to her.

She spread her legs to give him better access and he fingered her, doubtless ruining the lovely nightgown in the process.

“Doctor Felton told me there are days of the month when you are more fertile. Are you, in general, regular in your cycle?”

Even the doctor had not inquired so closely.

Smith seemed to read her thoughts, “I am quite nosy. You see, I want to know everything about you, Moira—no matter how private or insignificant.”

Unease slithered down her spine at his declaration. She shrugged it off; what he meant was that he wanted to know everything about her physically, to aid conception. Not that he wanted to know how she was scheming to capture him.

She met his open, curious gaze and said, “Yes, I am very regular.”

“Good. According to Felton, the next four or five days are your most fertile days.” He removed his distracting finger from her slit and brushed an errant curl away from her eye, his lids lowering slightly as he caressed her cheek. “For the next week I will fuck you every day—multiple times.” He smiled. “After all, practice makes perfect, doesn’t it?”

How was this man so good at tying her tongue—and brain—in knots?

All she could manage was a nod.

“Undress me, Moira,” he said, his eyes twinkling with humor at her no doubt stunned expression.

Moira was grateful to have a task to focus her badly scattered wits and she set about undressing him, something she could do in her sleep.

She draped his coat and waistcoat over the valet stand that had been placed not far from her bed—doubtless for that very purpose—and then removed his shirt.

Moira paused before she carried the linen to the hamper, her breathing quickening as she took in his exquisite torso.

“You shall make me a vain monster if you stare at me that way, Moira.”

She lifted her gaze from his body to his smiling eyes. “You should be vain,” she said, for a change not lying through her teeth.

He stepped closer and unfastened the few buttons on her gown before lifting her gown over her head.

He made an approving noise in his throat as his eyes swept her up and down several times. “You are perfection, Moira.”

She’d stood naked before hundreds of men in her life. Not since she’d been a young woman with her first lover had she felt so veryconsciousof her body. And never had a man’s words warmed her so utterly.

What was happening to her?

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