Page 38 of Read To Me, Lyon

His hand grasped her skirts as he kissed her lips. Her mouth opened, and he stroked his tongue against hers hungrily. She moaned and attempted to wrap her arms around him. Oliver stopped her and pressed her arms at her side with her palms pressed against the wall. “Stay just like that.”

They stared at one another. Oliver wanted to lift her skirts and bury his cock deep within her, but there would be time for that soon enough. “Tell me what you want, Kitty?”

“Will you touch me?”

Christ, she was a sight, staring up at him with her bosom heaving from her deepened breaths. He groaned. He yanked her skirts and petticoats up, seeking out her heat. He kissed her again as his fingers slid along her most feminine area. She whimpered into his mouth. Oliver pinched and teased her sensitive nub until she bucked wildly.

Kitty continued to obey him, keeping her hands still pressed against the wall. He brushed her ear with his lips. “Do you want me to replace my fingers with my cock?”

Kitty ran kisses along his jaw. “Yes, please.”

Oliver stepped back and released himself from his pants. “Wrap your arms around my neck.”

She did as he asked. Oliver, in one motion, lifted her legs to wrap around his hips and buried his shaft deep into her. They both moaned loudly, in unison.

Kitty quivered in his arms, and Oliver knew he was giving her exactly what she needed and wanted. He vowed to give her even more, to make her cry out and lose herself, just as he’d lost himself, and his heart, to her. He knew she was close. He pulled out of her and then plunged back in, rotating his hips, creating a friction that made her cry out more loudly. Oliver smiled against her throat, loving the sound. He did it over and over again as she cried out with every thrust. Finally, on the cusp of his release, he said, “Come with me, Kitty.”

She let out a garbled sound and threw her head back. Kitty clung to him. He could feel her climax around his cock. He groaned and thrust one last time, spending. Oliver held her up against the wall, breathing heavily. Finally, he released her legs, and she stood in front of him. His wife was stunning in the aftermath of their coupling.

“Kitty, you are mine forever.”

She smiled at him. “Always.”

He kissed her deeply, needing to feel her mouth against his again. When they finally broke apart, she laughed throatily. “Now that I’m a sated, happy wife, I suppose I should show you the bookshop and office.”

“Lead the way, Lady Everly. I’m excited to see more of the things you care about.”

Oliver truly meant that. He wanted to understand everything that made Kitty who she was. As they walked, she said, “I want to know your interests, too, Oliver.”

The problem was Oliver didn’t have any passions yet. No, that was untrue. He had one passion: his wife. But, perhaps, he’d find some of his own interests to become as passionate about as she was with hers. “Before I went to war, I was in school and the Marquess of Everly’s son, then I was a soldier, and when I came back, I was no longer the heir but lord and master of the estate. I don’t think I know what interests me.”

Kitty laughed. “I’m here to help you find your passions, then. Besides the one we share.” Her gaze was full of meaning.

He smiled at her. “Maybe I will write. I used to love doing that when I was younger.”

She gave an excited little jump. “That’s wonderful! I will print your books.”

He pulled her in for a kiss. “Even if they are rubbish.”

“Your books could never be rubbish. But perhaps they could be scandalous romances.” Kitty raised and lowered her eyebrows at him.

Oliver chuckled.

Chapter Fifteen

A few days later, Kitty sat having breakfast with Oliver and the rest of their family. She beamed at her husband as he recounted a tale about drinking too much ale at his grandfather’s tavern when he was a young boy.

Eloise shook her head. “He was sick for days. That was his first encounter with over-imbibing.”

“Grandfather didn’t stop you?” Julia asked.

“No, and while I retched over a bucket, he asked if I’d learned my lesson,” Oliver said.

Everyone laughed.

Kitty glanced at Eloise, amazed. “I can’t believe no one ever discovered the truth.”

Oliver’s mother shrugged. “It was a tavern on the outskirts of London. No one from the ton would dare be there. I sometimes wish I had kept the tavern after my parents passed. Julia and Oliver were shown a different perspective of the world by visiting there.”