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Pulling her nightdress over her head, she bared herself to his perusal, which he punctuated with a hiss.

She stared into those erotic half-lidded eyes. “Thank you for taking care of my family.”

He held her gaze. “They are now my family, too.”

“Thank you for coming to my rescue at Thorn Manor.”

“I was a little late. You rescued yourself.” His gaze slid lower, landing on her breasts and heating her nipples. Said nipples tingled with delight.

“But I knew you would find me, and that gave me strength,” she said sincerely and whole-heartedly.

“You don’t need me to be strong. Nevertheless, I am here for you, every second of every day. Forever.” His gaze landed on the dark curls hiding her quim, and he licked his lips.

As much as she enjoyed the way his mouth and hands made love to her cunny, the point of her brazen display was that he was to be the object of her worship.

She carefully straddled him. Lowering her torso, she rubbed her breasts over his chest, the friction beyond decadent, and then she purred in his ear, “Thank you for teaching me how to make love and for always being patient and gentle.”

“My pleasure,” he said with that low rumble that vibrated deep in her belly.

Her mouth watering, she kissed a trail over his firm pectorals and flat abdomen. Down, down she licked and kissed until she was seated between his thighs, inhaling the scent of almond soap and musky man.

She ran her fingertips over the soft skin of his steely length. Then, fisting him, she stroked from root to tip.

“Fuck,” he growled.

She met his gaze, then licked along his salty, delicious length as he entwined his fingers in her hair.

Taking her time to revel in the sensual masculinity that was her husband, she trailed kisses up and down his cock. And then, when she could no longer deny herself, she wrapped her lips around him, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could.

Humming throaty sounds of pleasure, he gently tugged on her hair. His intense gaze so fiery it burned her skin; he watched as his cock slid in and out of her mouth.

“My God, you are so good at that,” he said, his praise filling her with pride. Thank goodness, because she had no idea what she was doing or how she even knew what to do, beyond the few ribald jokes she’d heard at The Purple Rabbit and her own desires.

He closed his eyes and dropped his head onto the pillow. His pelvis rocked, matching the pace of her strokes and suckling. As his breathing grew more labored, and his hair pulling became more aggressive, she took him deeper. Stroked faster. Sucked harder.

“Stop, Gen. I am going to come,” he grunted.

He gently tried to guide her back and away, but she fought him as she shook her head from side to side.

He moaned. “That isn’t helping. I won’t last much longer.”Good.

“Do you want me to come in your mouth?”

Nodding, she drew him deeper.

“God almighty!” His muscles tightened. Spasmed. And then he roared. Hot, thick liquid shot down her throat. She drank and lapped up as much as she could.

Delighted with herself, she sat back on her haunches and regarded the man lying in front of her. So handsome. So generous. So fun-loving. And currently, if the softness in his gaze was any indication, quite vulnerable.

She expected him to say something wonderfully romantic. Instead, her husband, the irreverent scoundrel, ensconced her in a smart-arse grin. “Give me a moment, minx. And then I am going to fuck you until you pass out from pleasure.”

Not quite the romantic declaration she’d anticipated. More the fool, her. She should have predicted wicked words since his hair was an unmitigated disaster.

“Not if I fuck you to incoherence first.” She grinned. “And, dear husband, I don’t require a moment.”

Chapter Thirty-One

Where had hisinnocent wife learned to do that? Her tongue, her lips, and her mouth had all worked in unison to give him the best cocksucking of his life. Of course, he would not question her skill; he’d simply enjoy that he was the beneficiary and accept his male hubris’ explanation—he was so damned handsome and charming, and his rod was so perfect, that her female instincts had told her what to do. He must also keep in mind that he had devoured her delectable cunny so many times that perhaps she’d learned a few things about satisfying a lover along the way.