Page 122 of Dick Stone, Regency Stud
“Do you now?” she asked, drawing him closer for a kiss.
She had to know what he was stumbling towards. But she was going to make him say it, ask it of her. Tabby would make a perfect marchioness, damn any who would doubt her!
Edward ran his thumb over her left nipple contemplatively. “I’d like your heart.”
Tabby smiled. “I think I have a need for it, don’t you?”
He kissed her, his impudent girl. “What if I need it more?”
“Can’t I convince you to take something else?” she asked with a smile. Why hadn’t he noticed until now that her dear cheeks looked fuller?
“I can think of plenty of things I’d like to claim,” he said, settling closer and slowing his strokes so they might talk for ages while languidly making love.
“But you’re so ravenous and I have so little, sir,” she said in a small voice that made his cods feel fit to burst despite their slow pace.
“Then perhaps a trade,” he proposed.
Tabby squinted at him, a look he’d seen on many occasions before. He laughed, recalling their companionable adventures. Oh, the adventures they’d have together from now on!
“You see, you have this wee little finger here,” he said, pinching a thin digit on her left hand.
“But I like that finger!” she shrieked, squirming as if truly scared.
“Yes, but I’m afraid that I like it more,” he said, kissing it tenderly and then nipping the skin. “Much more.”
“You said it would be a trade. What do I get in return?”
“Well, I admit it’s not anything too grand.”
“You drive a hard bargain, Dick Stone.”
“Oh, this isn’t Dick Stone talking,” said Edward, rolling them so his back was to the bed and Tabby could ride his cock as she liked while he admired the way her lithe body moved over him. “It’s Edward.”
Tabby rolled her hips. “And what does Edward offer?”
“As I said, it’s not much. It was truncated — cut — in the past—”
Tabby gasped and looked at him with wide eyes, which darted to where they were connected. “I didn’t realize!”
Edward lightly slapped her hip. “Not that. You know you’ve got the whole of me.”
“Have I ever.”
“It’s just that you told the major something about family and then rushed to protect me,” he said, settling his hands at her waist. “If you do that again, I’ll have your little arse.”
“Promise?”
He growled and bucked up into her.
“So you’ve got a short something somewhere, my swell cove, best lay your cards on the table and see if it’s a winning hand.”
“My name. My surname. Stone.”
She stilled.
“It’s just that I’ve a surname, and it isn’t the best, but seeing as yours came about for sad reasons, maybe I could give you mine.”
“Itissad to remember me mum drowning in porter when I have to use it.”
