Page 52 of Vying for a Viscount
“I’m glad. Come here.” He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against him. “I’ve missed you.”
“Me too.”
His mouth claimed hers. He tried to be gentle, but it wasn’t always in his nature. Instead, he kissed her as if he could never get enough of her, as if she might vanish any second and he had to make his mark while he could. She understood his desires and kissed him back just as desperately. His entire body tensed with need. His cock was hard. He pushed his hips against her stomach so she knew what she did to him. Only she could make him this needy, this hard, this desperate for release.
“As much as I love this dress, it has to go,” he said, turning her around so her back faced him. His fingers shook as he untied her laces, tantalizingly slowly. He could feel her body trembling beneath his fingers when he slipped the dress down over her hips until it pooled at her feet.
“I’ll do the rest,” she said as she stepped forward, turned, and locked sultry eyes with his. He broke the contact and followed her fingers as they caressed up her stomach to her breasts, where she untied her chemise. His chest tightened. He couldn’t breathe. The topfell but got hung up on her hips, which she shimmied until it landed on the floor with the rest of her clothes. Standing naked before him was the most beautiful, alluring goddess that ever existed.
His hands moved quickly and with precision. Moments later, sans his coat, waistcoat, and shirt, he moved to the bed and sat down to remove his shoes and hose.
“Let me,” the goddess said.
She bent at the waist and removed first one shoe, then the other, and his eyes never left her full breasts as they bounced with her movement. Then she slid her hands beneath his breeches and rolled down the hose on each leg, tossing them aside.
“Stand.”
He obeyed. Her delicate fingers brushed against the front placket of his breeches, causing him to inhale. He held his breath until she unbuttoned him and slid his breeches over his hips and down to his ankles. He now stood in his small clothes, which did nothing to hide his erection. She used her hand to tug the front down, freeing him. Her eyes widened, and she smiled. Then she cupped him, forcing a groan from his lips. He wouldn’t last long with her hands on him. He reached down and stilled her. “Later.”
He lifted her, spun around, and they fell onto the bed exactly where he wanted her. He shed his undergarments. “I’ll be right back.” He found his jacket and took a French letter from the pocket. He wanted a child with Letitia, but he preferred that they be married first. He covered his penis and tied the ribbon tight.
He rejoined her on the bed and kissed her with all the love and devotion he wanted her to feel from him. When her legs wrapped around his hips, he entered her, sending sparks throughout his body. Every time he pulled out and pushed back in, more sparks ignited inside his veins. Soon he was pounding in and out, and she met his rhythm with her own. Her insides clamped down on him, milking his seed. They both panted and went over the edge together.
He rolled onto his back. Removed the French letter. Then turned onto his side, pulling her close. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me every time we make love.”
“I do. I want you to know how much I appreciate you.” He inhaled, then said the words he’d never spoken to anyone but his immediate family. “I love you.”
Silence. She took a deep breath and, as she exhaled, said, “I love you, too.” He was shocked to find himself hard again so quickly, and he showed her how much he loved her.
She lay in his arms asleep and he followed her soon after.
Greyson was dreaming he was in bed with Letitia, but an annoying knock kept bothering him and wouldn’t stop. He popped his eyes open and realized he’d fallen asleep and that someone was actually knocking on the door.
It opened, and he covered them both just as Letitia awoke and said, “Who is it?”
“Jane. I’m sorry, my lady, but I have a message for Viscount Greyson.”
“Leave it on the floor inside the door.”
“Yes, my lady.”
Luckily, they’d left some candles lit. Greyson climbed out of bed and walked naked to the note on the floor addressed to him. He snapped the seal of Tremont and scanned the contents. “I’m being called away,” he said as he hastily dressed.
“Called away?” she mumbled sleepily. “It’s the middle of the night.”
“Yes.”
“Is it your father?” she asked, sitting up.
He hated lying to her, but she gave him the perfect excuse. “Yes, he has taken a turn for the worse, and I must return home.”
“Yes. Of course. Give me a moment to find my dressing robe, and I’ll see you to the door.”
“You stay here.” He moved to her side of the bed. “I’m sorry our night was cut short. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” He kissed her cheek. “Goodnight, my love.” Of all the nights to be called away, it had to be tonight. From experience, if Knight had hunted him down, something significant had to have happened. The sooner he left, the sooner he’d understand the situation.
He moved hastily and silently out of Letitia’s house. No surprise, he saw Mr. Henry out of the corner of his eye, lurking just off the entry hall. He should be offended, but he was thankful and knew Letitia would be safe with him to guard her.
