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it noted that your Aunt Edith smiled at me during dinner.” Hugh’s pleased look had Lucy chuckling.

They’d attended a family dinner at Waverly House and returned to their new home a short distance away, a gift from her Uncle Andrew upon their marriage two weeks earlier. Hugh had already started on his plans to breed horses, something her uncle was quite keen on and willing to help fund through a partnership.

“She’s become fond of you since our betrothal.” Lucy patted his cheek as they entered her bedchamber where a fire burned brightly. “When you invited her to stay with us whenever she wished, you completely won her over.”

“I’m not above bribery.” He took her hands in his. “Though I hope she waits a month or two before coming as I want you all to myself. But I could see how much she misses you. That’s something to which I can relate. I can’t imagine living without you either.”

Her heart filled at his words. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

“Once or twice, but I wouldn’t mind hearing it again.” He opened her hand to press a kiss to her palm.

Desire slid through her at the tender intimacy. “I love you.”

“And I love you, dear Lucy.” He drew her into his arms. “I never dreamed I could be this happy.”

“Nor did I.” She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

With a groan, he held her tighter. She shifted, loving the feeling of his hard length. She eased back to look into his eyes. “We have far too many clothes between us.”

His slow smile sent a tendril of need winding through her. ‘That can be easily remedied.”

They undressed slowly, teasingly, the heat from the fire keeping them warm. Hugh’s gaze caused liquid heat to pool deep inside her. Then he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed where the covers had already been turned down. He gently set her down and lowered beside her before kissing her, his tongue swirling with hers.

He eased back to kiss along her jaw, down her neck, as his hands ran over her hips, to her waist, his thumbs teasing the swell of her breasts. When his tongue laved her nipple, she writhed in his embrace.

“Hugh!”

“Yes, my love?” He repeated the process on her other breast while he shifted his hands to cradle her hips.

“You make me feel...so much,” she whispered breathlessly as she ran her fingers across his broad shoulders, marveling at the corded muscles. Then she moved to explore his chest and the wiry hair covering it.

“That’s perfect, because that’s how you make me feel,” he said between kisses.

A now familiar need swelled within her when his fingers teased the curls at the apex of her thighs. He slid a finger along her damp folds, and her hips moved to match the rhythm he set.

Lucy reached for his manhood, amazed as always at the velvety hardness. She stroked him, loving the way he shuddered at her touch. When he closed his hand over hers to stop her, she couldn’t help but smile. “What is it?” she teased.

“Your touch undoes me.”

“Then come to me,” she bid as she drew him onto her.

He settled between her thighs, bracing on his elbows as the tip of his shaft brushed her opening. He held her gaze. “I will love you always, my sweet.”

“As will I,” she vowed.

Then he thrust inside her, joining them as one. The connection brought passion but so much more. Together, they moved faster and faster in a dance as old as time. He reached between them, touching her slick folds once more.

Wave after wave of glorious pleasure rolled over her until bright lights flashed behind her eyes. The feel of Hugh stiffening as he, too, found his release completed the moment. Then only their hearts continued the frantic pace as their bodies stilled.

Lucy grinned, realizing she would never grow accustomed to the magic of making love with this man.

“What?” Hugh asked, his lips curving as he looked at her, his expression tender.

“Thank you for helping me find the courage to reach for both love and happiness. I am the luckiest woman to have a husband like you.”

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through him into her. “I’m the lucky one.”

“Yes, you are, my handsome rogue. We both are.”

The End

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