Page 70 of Charlotte's Kisses

“You can do that later,” he said as he ground his cock into her soft buttocks.

She leaned into him. Pressing her back against his highly aroused front, she peered over her shoulder. “Oh, my. Someone is awake. Andhard.”

Hard as fucking stone. “I love my mother and sister, and Lucy is a delight, but I thought I might die if I did not soon have you to myself.”

She moved her hips from side to side in a sensual dance. “I see now why you sent Lucy away?”

Swaying with her, he chuckled. “Did you truly believe I wanted you to unpack your own belongings?” Although not the case, he—and his randy prick—loved watching her do everything.

“Well, I do not think that anymore.” Her hand slid between them, and she cupped his cock. “Mmm,” she murmured.

Hell’s teeth, he burned for her. “I intend to have my wicked way with you, Mrs. Fletcher.” He swung around, grasped her around her hips, and hoisted her over his shoulder.

She wriggled and squealed as he carried her to the bed. He lightly spanked her shapely arse before tossing her back first onto the mattress. She landed in the center of the bed, her normally bright blue eyes dark from lust and a cloud of rose petals rising into the air. Red-cheeked and breathing hard, she resembled a naughty nymph, ripe for the taking.

Just as Hugh prepared to pounce, the birds squawked, Pepper barked, and someone knocked on the door.

“Shh. If we are quiet, they might go away,” he said.

No such luck. Whoever it was rapped again.

Charlotte bolted from the bed. “They are not leaving,” she whispered.

“Damnation.” Hugh reluctantly strode to the door as Pepper nipped at his heels. Meanwhile, wanting no part of the commotion, Snowball hunkered down on the windowsill.

Hugh cracked the door to a smiling Elizabeth holding a loaded-down tray. Once a nosey baby sister, always a nosey younger sister. “We have a staff for that,” he said.

“But I made it for you myself. Besides, I wanted to check on my new sister.” She pushed past him and set the tray on the dresser. She bent to pet Pepper on the head.

The dog’s tail wagged so fast his bum wriggled back and forth as he vibrated with energy.

His sister stood and smiled at Charlotte. “Are you settling in?”

“Yes. Thank you,” Charlotte said, her voice sounding a bit strained and her cheeks still red—probably embarrassment instead of lust, no thanks to his meddlesome sister.

“Do you love the flowers?” Elizabeth’s gaze slid to the untidy pile of petals in the middle of the bed that Pepper was happily snacking on.

“Quite,” Charlotte said. “Especially those.” She pointed to an overflowing vase on the dressing table, then swung her finger to the arrangement on the nightstand.

“I will be going then,” Elizabeth said as she sashayed to the door. “I do hope you enjoy your repast. I made sure to include the things I enjoy.” She halted to peer over her shoulder and wink at him.

Knowing his sister, she had left something scandalous on the tray.

“Hmm,” he murmured as he considered brandy, two glasses, chocolate-covered sweetmeats, a dish of honey, and the plumpest hothouse strawberries he had ever seen. Leave it to Elizabeth to provide a libidinous meal.

The strawberries and honey—from his sister—should be a libido killer. However…

Charlotte came up beside him and placed her hand on his shoulder. “I think she prepared a romantic bedroom picnic for us.”

“Indeed.” Hugh poured himself a drink.

“’Tis as if she knows all of my favorite treats.” Charlotte plucked a chocolate from the dish and popped it into her mouth. “Mmm,” she murmured as she closed her eyes and leaned back against the dresser.

Hugh sipped the inn’s signature ginger, cherry, and orange-flavored brandy as his wife made orgasmic sounds. His cock instantly returned to its earlier state. Awake and hard!

She carried a chocolate to him, then returned to the tray. No wonder Charlotte had made such wanton sounds. The chocolate melted in his mouth, leaving him feeling as if every one of his senses had heightened.

Plucking a strawberry from the bowl, she dipped it into the syrup and brought the fruit to her lips. Her tongue darted out, licking the sap from the tip. Her perfect white teeth nibble on the red fruit. Gazing into his eyes, her grin wicked, she gifted her treat with an exaggerated drawn-out lick. Undoubtedly, the little minx knew precisely what she did to him.