When the Earl Met His Match (Wedded by Scandal #4) - Stacy Reid Page 0,80

think you should move,” she whispered.

Another kiss on the bridge of her nose. One that said, “Trust me.” Something warm and tender shifted inside her chest. Then he kissed her. At first, he was slow and tormenting, then his mouth on hers was hard and fierce and urgent. Soon she forgot about the discomfort of his presence inside of her and thrust her fingers through his hair. He reached between them, and his fingers brushed against her nub of pleasure.

She gasped into his kiss, arching to him, shocked to feel his manhood sliding even deeper. He found that nub once more and rubbed it again and again. Phoebe sobbed into his mouth, and she shivered at the astonishing pleasure that tightened low in her stomach. He swiveled his hips, and she screamed wordlessly at the heat that slammed into her belly.

Acting on instincts, she lifted her legs to hitch them on his hips. That bend in her knees allowed her husband to snap his hips in a deep rhythm. Phoebe felt blissfully shattered as a sweet, hot tension mounted low inside of her.

And yet…he still rubbed that aching nub.

Ripples of pleasure began to build. Somehow if felt as if they lost control. He stroked into her over and over, and Phoebe held onto him, her cries of delight ripping unfettered from her. The sweetest feeling of bliss whipped through Phoebe, her thoughts scattered, and she was unable to shape them into any semblance of clarity. Phoebe could only feel.

Moving his hand from between their bodies, Hugh hoisted her legs about his hips, slid his hands beneath her buttocks, lifting her to every thrust. She ripped her mouth from his and buried her face in the crook of his neck, clasping onto his shoulders as he devastated her sense with agonizing pleasure. The firestorm of sensations that peaked in the low of her stomach made her tremble, until she shattered on a loud, exhausted wail.

He hugged her to him as he shuddered, reaching his own pleasure. Phoebe breathed harshly, trying to recapture her breath, aware of the sweat on their bodies. Framing her face with one of his hands, he took possession of her mouth in a tender, lingering kiss.

He withdrew from her, and she bit her lip at that tender ache. Hugh slipped from the bed and lowered the curtains of silk around the bedframe, protecting her naked form from the servants he summoned to deliver a bath.

She had no notion how long passed, but she muttered sleepily when the bed dipped, and he slipped his hands beneath her body and lifted her against his chest. The next Phoebe knew was the feel of hot, rose-scented water enveloping her body. He had submerged into the large tub with her and held her in his arms as the water soothed all the tender places in her body. A kiss was pressed to her forehead, and with a sigh of contentment, she drifted off to slumber.

…

Hugh had created a scandal within his own household. He had been locked away with his wife for three days, only ringing for baths and trays with food. The only time they had left was to visit the nursery for a few hours each day to spend time with Franny. The wet-nurse blushed fiercely whenever she saw them, and that testified to the wagging tongues of the servants below stairs.

Their master and mistress were beyond lascivious in their manners. A satisfied smile curved his lips, even as hunger flooded every part of his body.

I’ll never get enough of you. The notion should have sent a surge of alarm through him. To crave another’s smile, kisses, and being linked together by their bodies with such intensity should surely be alarming. Yet Hugh did not shy away from these feelings but did what he had been doing these last several weeks. Mentally and very gently grasping the feelings and hoarding them away in his heart. He liked the sensations of wonder and awe whenever he looked upon the loveliness of his wife.

His Phoebe stood beside the dressing table, her hair rippling down her back in glorious waves after it had just been brushed with dozens of strokes. With a casual shrug, the peignoir fell from her shoulders onto the carpet. Her exquisite shape was silhouetted in the firelight. Her hips flared wide and buttocks were lush and rounded, the tiny tuck of her waist was impressive considering she had a babe, and the high thrust of her breasts urged