The Earl of Morrey (The League of Rogues #13) - Lauren Smith Page 0,44

reminded himself that she was cold, and still a virgin. He was not a ravenous beast who would fall upon his wife like a wolf, no matter how much the baser part of him wanted to.

“You should bathe too,” Letty said as she sank into the hot bath. “Before it becomes too cold.” There was a subtle hint of seduction to her words, as though she was beginning to learn this game they were playing. He knew by the flushed look upon her face that she was feeling heady with desire. Seeing his sweet, feisty wife, wet in the hot bath just a few feet away, inviting him in, was too much for him to bear. His cock hardened, and his mouth ran dry.

“I’m not sure I can remain a gentleman,” he warned.

“I don’t recall asking you to be one.” Her little wicked smile only made it that much harder to stay away. For a second, his mouth parted, but no words came out as he tried to think of a rational response to keep himself at a distance.

“Your first time with me should not be in a bathing tub.”

Letty’s adorable face was just visible over the tall side of the tub.

“Husband, you will strip out of those wet clothes and join me. Now.” She splashed a hand in the water. “There is room enough for two, if you don’t mind being close to me.”

Little spitfire. Adam stared at his wife in shock. Oh, how he adored her at this moment.With a grin, he began to undress.

“Very well, but you may get the rogue yet.”

9

Letty held her breath as Adam began to remove his clothes. In that moment, she decided she loved nothing more than the sight of her husband undressing. It was like a performance, a beautiful, seductive one, how he unwound his neckcloth and let it flutter to the ground. He unbuttoned his waistcoat and shouldered it off, then pulled his white shirt out of his trousers and over his head. His bare chest was broad, accented by his muscles. He reached for the placket on his trousers, his arms flexing as he did so.

Heavens, the man is pure sin, and I cannot look away, Letty thought. She would finally see what Adam looked like completely bare of all his clothes.

“Oh, right, mustn’t forget these.” He stopped undoing his trousers and bent to remove his boots and stockings. He shot her a teasing look, obviously knowing exactly how he was torturing her with this delay. Letty clenched the edge of the tub as he finally went back to undoing his trousers. He pulled them down and kicked them off, and she stared at that part of him. He was not like the statues in the museum. He was far larger, and it was not lying down against his body but pointing toward her. Dear heavens . . . Her lips parted in shock as he approached the copper tub.

“Move forward a bit. I’ll slide in behind you.”

She scooted forward, and he stepped into the tub. The water sloshed as he eased down. He parted his legs and gripped her waist.

“Now slide back and lean against me.”

Letty did as he said and closed her eyes, feeling his hard-muscled body behind her. The hair on his calves tickled her legs beneath the water. His breath, warm against her neck, sent shivers of delight through her. Her nipples pebbled, and her thighs clenched together. The once hot water now seemed tepid compared to the burning of her body. His hands stayed on her hips for a long time before they began to slowly explore her, first her inner thighs, then her lower belly, and finally sliding up to cup her breasts.

“You have exquisite breasts,” Adam whispered in her ear.

“Oh?”

“Yes, quite perfect. See how they fill my hands?” He let the weight of them fill his palms before he gently squeezed them. “It gives me wicked ideas.”

“What sort of ideas?” Her breasts turned heavy at his touch.

“I would like to put you on your hands and knees facing the mirror, while I claim you from behind and watch these glorious breasts move freely as I thrust inside you.” Adam’s words painted such a sensual picture in her mind. So sinful. So exciting.

“Would you like that?” he asked before he bit the lobe of her ear. Sparks of arousal shot down her spine into her womb.

“You truly are wicked,” she moaned as he pinched her nipples lightly. He then gripped her throat, gentle