A Gentleman and a Scoundrel (The Regency Gentlemen Series)
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“Jasper,” she moaned.
He smiled and entered her again and closed his eyes at the sheer pleasure of it. He wanted to savour every moment, he wanted to make it last forever. He had waited so damn long for this moment and he wanted it to be perfect.
“I love you,” she whispered as he began to move, slowly, incredibly slowly as if stroking her flesh with his own.
“I love you too,” he muttered and he thrust into her as hard as he dared, but she seemed to want it and he thrust again, both of them breathing hard, panting with exertion and the will to hold on just that minute longer until neither of them could take it anymore and ecstasy took over. He cried out as his release came and she held his shuddering body as his buttocks flexed under her hands, spewing his seed into her.
In the aftermath they lay joined still at the hips, laughing in wonder at what had just passed between them, kissing gently and looking into each other’s eyes.
“My God,” he breathed in awe and she laughed in delight.
“Are you feeling quite well, my lord Duke?” she asked, amused, laying on his chest.
“I am now.”
She blushed and laughed. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“What do you think?” he murmured.
“Well I would have thought a man of your experience would set no store by the inexperienced caresses of an innocent.”
“My Duchess may be inexperienced but she’s wonderfully inventive. And a very quick learner.”
The new Duchess of Malvern blushed and laid her head down upon his shoulder.
“Happy?” he asked.
She sighed contentedly. “Happy. What shall we do today?” she asked, playing with the patch of hair on his chest.
“What would you like to do today?” he countered looking up at her.
“We could look around the cathedral,” she suggested.
“We could.”
“Or we could take a picnic down to the river.”
“In that rain?”
“A bit wet, do you think?”
“Certainly a bit wet.”
“Oh…or we could go for a walk. The meadows looked glorious from the carriage window yesterday.”
“Yes.”
“Or I am sure we can find some old ruins for you, your grace.”
“Strangely, ruins hold little appeal for me today.”
She looked at him, sensing he was less than enthusiastic about her plans. “What would you suggest then?”
“Well,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head, “we have champagne, a cosy room with a fine view. I suggest we order lunch and stay right here.”
“Here?”
“Right here.”
She blushed. “In bed?”
“Absolutely.”
“All day?”
“Certainly all day.”
“But what will the servants think? And the landlord?”
“I don’t give a tinker’s damn what they think.”
“But it’s…I mean…what will we do?”
Their eyes met for a long moment. She read the message there and she laughed.
“Again?” she asked, blushing.
“Why, do you think I need a rest?” he asked softly, his eyes alight with laughter.
“Well for a man so stricken in years, as you are…” she said, a smile tugging at her lips.
He raised one dark brow in amusement. “Stricken in years, am I?”
“I wouldn’t wish to wear you out, not until we have an heir at least…”
She squealed as he swiftly rolled them both over on the bed so that he was lying on top of her, pinning her hands to the bed above her shoulders and letting her feel the strength in those muscular arms.
“An heir, did you say?” he asked, looking down at her with tender amusement.
“Yes,” she replied laughing.
“And how does one acquire one of those?”
“Let go of my hands, your grace, and I’ll show you,” whispered the Duchess.
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