but possessive, while his other hand cupped her mound. He kissed her ear, followed by her cheek, before he thrust two fingers inside her. Her hips arched up into his touch.
“More, please,” she begged, wanting to feel as she had in the woods when he’d pinned her against the tree.
“I’m happy to oblige,” he said and began to move his fingers faster and faster. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the edge of the tub, her body strained by the building rush. But just before she felt she would fall off the edge, he slowed.
She wriggled, splashing water about. “No! Don’t stop . . .”
He chuckled. “Are you ready to come apart again?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
Her wicked husband’s warm breath fanned against her neck as he gave her what he’d promised. He moved his fingers faster, and she arched her back. Ecstasy exploded from her head to her toes. She collapsed back against him, her limbs quivering and her breath shaky.
Adam embraced her as she drifted down from the wild high of her passion. When she came to herself, she turned to see his face.
“And you . . . Does a man feel this way?”
“Oh yes,” he assured her.
“How does one do it for a man? The way you touch me, I mean.”
He laughed and leaned down to brush her cheek with his lips. “Curious creature. I like that. Grip my cock.”
“Your . . .” She tentatively touched his shaft, which was surprisingly stiff, and he groaned. “Am I hurting you?”
He shook his head. “Now, wrap your fingers around it and move your hand up and down. Yes, like that.”
Letty stroked him and followed his commands. Faster. Harder. Slower. He almostseemed to enter a trance, and she felt drunk on the thought that she held him in her power. This moment was bonding them together in the most sinful, wonderful way she could imagine. Then he called out her name, his body stiffening in the water. After a long moment, he relaxed, and she sensed he had found his peak, and she removed her hand from him.
He pulled her to his chest again and nuzzled the crown of her hair. “Let’s get you out of this bath and into bed. You’ve had a most exhausting day.”
Letty played with his chest, letting her fingers circled his flat male nipples and trace the lines of his collarbone. “As have you.” He was a beautiful specimen of a man, and she felt wildly giddy at the thought that he was hers.
“Come, lady wife.” Adam stood up in the bath and helped her. Then he fetched a cloth to dry them both before he gave her a fresh chemise and robe.
Letty finished dressing and wrapped her warm robe around her. She took her time studying Adam’s bedchamber. Her own room, that lovely circular chamber, held a hint of wild mystery to it. But Adam’s room felt warm and welcoming. The sturdy four-poster bed, the green satin wallpaper, the light walnut paneling of the doors and ceiling accented with gold moldings. This could be her new home. No, this was her new home. That other chamber would be a private space for her, but she wanted to enjoy this room as hers and Adam’s.
“I think I shall stay here,” she announced.
Adam pulled his banyan robe closed and eyed her with amusement.
“So you’ve made your decision.”
“Yes. Assuming you’ll have me.”
He came to her, taking her in his arms before he cupped her bottom and squeezed. “I suppose I can tolerate your nightly presence,” he sighed dramatically. Then he swatted her derrière. “Now get in bed, wife.”
Letty shot him a saucy grin. “Yes, my lord. As you please, my lord.”
As Adam got into bed beside her and pulled her into his arms, he smiled at her with increasing fondness. “Yes . . . You certainly do please me.”
Camille waited patiently in a private room at a small inn in Spitalfields before she went to the connecting door and knocked lightly upon it. She and her master always timed her entrances perfectly.
“Come in, Camille,” her master bade.
She stepped inside and was immediately surrounded by shadows as the crowd of seven men inside turned her way.
“Who is the woman?” one of the men demanded.
“Be at ease, Mr. Thistlewood. The woman is mine. Her pretty face keeps my temper at bay, does it not, my sweet?” he asked Camille.
She dipped into a curtsy and flashed a beatific smile at him and the men.
“Yes, master.”
“She certainly makes me