Page 29 of Duke with a Deception
He grinned. “Of course. Every morning and sometimes every night as well. Particularly over the last two months.”
Understanding dawned on her countenance. “Oh.”
She knew he spoke about her and the time that had lapsed before they were able to wed. It wasn’t a lie. He had envisioned making love to Verity a thousand different ways. But he hadn’t realized just how badly he had wanted her until now.
A slow smile crept over her lush lips. “Then will you show me what to do?”
A filthy idea occurred to him.
It was wrong. It was wicked. He most definitely shouldn’t suggest it to his lady wife, who had been a virgin until last night. But when had King ever done what was right?
“I’d like nothing better,” he told Verity. “Like this.” He took her hands in his and guided them to her breasts, showing her how to cup them in a suggestive manner. “Now push those pretty bubbies together.”
Ever a quick study, she did exactly as he suggested, taking her full breasts in her palms and pushing them high. “Like this?”
She presented such an erotic tableau that he couldn’t contain his groan, her creamy breasts overflowing her hands, her pink nipples on erotic display.
“Just like that, angel,” he managed, his cock aching, his lungs rusty. “Now move yourself over my cock.”
She positioned herself as he directed, taking his rigid cock between the soft mounds of her breasts. She was warm and smooth and so damned beautiful, working over him with more self-assurance by the moment.
Dear God.
He didn’t think he had ever seen a sight more glorious than Verity taking command over his pleasure, giving him everything he’d asked for and somehow even more. His hips moved of their own accord, chasing her every movement.
“How is this?” she asked breathlessly.
“Perfection,” he managed, feeling the tension within him heightening by the second.
He couldn’t last, and he knew it. King’s notorious control snapped, and there was nothing he could do to stave off the impending release. His orgasm was sudden and explosive, taking him by surprise. Gripping the base of his cock, he came, lashes of his seed over her breasts.
“More strawberries?”
From the other end of the massive tub they were currently sharing, her husband offered Verity a ripe red fruit.
“I don’t know if I can eat another bite,” she demurred, for he had been insistent that she break her fast.
The tub in the bathroom adjoining his bedchamber was a decadent treat. Eating breakfast while she lounged in it, naked and sated, was nothing short of debauched. She had never, in all her days, eaten whilst bathing. Hadn’t even conceived such a notion. Having experienced the decadence once, however, she could easily see the merit in doing so again.
“You scarcely ate enough for a mouse,” he said with a good-natured frown.
“I ate citrus, berries, and pineapple,” she countered.
“Enough for a bird, then,” he suggested.
She couldn’t help but admire the way the water licked lovingly at his bare chest. He held a plate of fine porcelain in one hand and an elegant fork in the other, presiding over the tub like some mythical god. After they had made love that morning, they’d napped together. He had awakened her with slow, sweet kisses and the announcement that he’d called for a bath for them to share, along with breakfast. And when he insisted they break their fast in the tub, she hadn’t argued, amused by his antics.
“Do you always eat breakfast in the bath?” she asked, resting her arms on the cool lip of the tub as she floated in the hot, scented water.
“Not always, but it is, admittedly, a vice of mine.”
He took the piece of strawberry between his neat white teeth and chewed it thoughtfully. Her attention settled on his sensual lips and the whiskers shadowing his jaw. He was a true sybarite, she was fast realizing. Not that she had any complaints in that regard. The pleasure he bestowed upon her had left Verity reeling, and it was only their first full day as husband and wife.
“I can see why,” she murmured, trying not to devour him with her eyes too much and failing miserably. “I think if I had ever eaten in the tub,Mamanwould have expired from outrage if she’d found out.”
King winked. “Then it is fortunate indeed that your mother has no notion of what occurs in our household, and for more reasons than just where we take our breakfast.”
Verity laughed. The man had no shame. And she loved it. He was unrepentantly himself, and she found him so charming she could scarcely keep from flinging herself across the tub and back into his arms. He owned all her attention at the moment. She couldn’t seem to look away. He was deliciously seductive, his mahogany hair damp and combed away from his high forehead, his dark eyes simmering with an invitation to sin.
