Hettie narrowed her gaze at him and motioned to the umbrella in the stand. “If you’re not careful, I shall retrieve my umbrella.”
He held up his hands in surrender. “I know another lady who adores my touch.” Jasper let his voice drop low and closed the gap between them, splaying his hand across the base of her spine. In spite of the dampness of her clothes, her skin was warm against his palm. His mouth grew dry with need.
“Penelope will be sleeping a while longer. I think I need to get you out of those wet garments,” he murmured in her ear, letting his breath skim across the shell of it. She shuddered, as predicted, and softened into him.
His cock grew hard and need surged through him. She curled her hands around his shoulders, rocked her hips into him.
“Upstairs, Mrs Cynfell,” he commanded. “Now.”
She giggled and broke away to hasten upstairs. He shook his head to himself as she offered him an impish grin over her shoulder. He always knew something more lay beneath those starched collars, but he hadn’t quite counted on her leading him on a merry dance most days of their marriage. After one month of wedded bliss, his admiration and desire for her hadn’t waned. Jasper had no doubt it never would.
He followed her up to the master bedroom to find her unbuttoning her shirt before he’d had the chance to shut the door. The nursemaid would be watching over Penelope so he shut the door fully before stalking over.
“I believe I said I needed to get you out of those clothes.”
“So you did.”
Jasper paused to push a damp curl behind her ear before letting his finger trail down to her plump lips. He traced the curve of them, relishing the way they parted to his touch. Her intake of breath at the touch made his entire body tighten.
Then he set to work on the small pearl buttons of her shirt. One by one, he revealed her to him. The lush globes of her breasts threatened to break free of her corset and undergarments. He could not help but release a low growl of appreciation. A drip of water dropped from her hair and onto one breast. He dipped to lap it up before it trickled any farther and she sighed.
Jasper continued his work with more patience than he thought himself capable of. He loosened her corset, undid her skirt and removed her undergarments, leaving her in stockings and boots. Colour danced on her cheeks.
“This feels very inappropriate, Jasper.”
“Because you are wearing your shoes?”
“Because I am wearing my shoes and nothing else!” Hettie declared.
“Hettie,” he told her as he knelt to undo her boots. “If you think this is inappropriate, you will spend much of our married life being shocked.” Unable to resist, he gave her sex a quick swipe with his tongue, making her jolt.
She gave a shaky laugh. “I do hope so, my lord.”
He cast aside her boots and peeled down her stockings then stood to lead her over to the bed. Jasper coaxed her onto her front, offering him the perfect view of her curvaceous rear. He gave it a little squeeze and worked his hands up and down her spine.
She groaned. “Jasper, that is so good.”
“Patience, my love. That is nothing compared with what is to come.”
He massaged every bit of her until he felt all tension ease away from her body. Moving away, he divested himself of his clothes, which took a darn sight less time than removing hers, and joined her on the bed. She twisted her head to view him, a glint in her eyes. He settled beside her and manoeuvred her until he was satisfied with the position. He had her arse nestled up against him, a breast in one hand while he held her back close to his chest. There was many a morning they awoke like this but Penelope didn’t always give them much chance to enjoy it, so he was determined to take the time to now.
Jasper slipped his fingers down between her legs and found her hot and wet for him. He pushed his arousal against her, felt her shudder of appreciation. Mouth to her ear, he breathed into the shell. She shuddered and released a low, sensual moan. If he could bottle sound, he’d keep that moan tucked away and listen to it constantly—the perfect reminder of the woman beneath the high-necked shirts.
As it was, she bestowed those moans on him with a gratifying frequency, but he had to admit to being greedy for his wife’s company, especially when he suspected if they continued the way they were, he’d be sharing her with another child. Not that he would ever complain. Between Penelope and Hettie, he’d found more contentment and fulfilment than he thought possible. Here was the excitement he craved in life.
Determined to coax more arousing sounds from her, he moved his finger in a figure of eight pattern, spreading her folds and making her sensitive nub swell beneath his fingertip. When the muscles of her thighs began to quiver, he increased the pace, softening his touch but moving quickly. Hettie’s legs clamped around his hand and he made his move. Lining up with her rear, he thrust hard into her. Her heat closed around him and her moan turned into a cry of pleasure. He needed only to rock into her a few times and that, combined with his fingertips, had her spasming around him.
Jasper closed his eyes and inhaled the damp scent of her hair while savouring the feel of her peak. A hint of Jicky still clung to her skin. As she gathered her breath and murmured his name in the most delightfully satisfied tone, he began to move, lunging into her with increasing speed as he began to lose himself in the feel and smell of her. Hell, even the taste of her as he nipped her shoulder.
She reached a hand around to grip his neck and she twisted to seek out his mouth. He kissed her hard and messily while pleasure tingled from the base of his spine to his skull, creating a haze of ecstasy that singed to his soul.
“Japer,” she murmured again. “Jasper, I love the feel of you inside me.”
“Goddamn, bloody hell,” he uttered.
His prim wife uttering these words combined with the feel of her ripe breast in his palm, her hot body around him and her soft rear against his thighs were the undoing of him. His release was excruciatingly pleasurable and long and searing.
They lay joined for many moments, breathing and taking in the feel of one another. Jasper nuzzled her neck. “I love you, Hettie.”
“And I you,” Hettie said in a sleepy voice. She gripped his neck tight in spite of her satisfied state. “Do not leave me.”
“Never,” he promised.
No one would ever believe it if they heard him say it, but Jasper Cynfell had this feeling that not even death would part them. He smirked to himself and tried to imagine what people of his acquaintance would think if he told them of his conclusion. He’d decided at some point before their marriage that Hettie had been his destiny. None of the women he’d met before had been able to hold his attention because he’d been waiting for someone. Her.
“We’ll never be parted,” he assured her once more. “I belong to you now, Mrs Henrietta Cynfell. Body and soul.”
Hettie didn’t respond. He leaned over and realised she’d drifted off to sleep. Jasper admired the peaceful brush of her lashes against her skin, and noted the gentle curve of her lips. He grinned to himself. He kissed her cheek and settled down beside her. She’d heard him—he could tell.
THE END
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