“The land?”
“Restoration of the family honor. What he sees as rightfully his has been returned. I think he’ll leave us in peace.” She arched up to kiss Henry again, but he placed a finger lightly on her lips.
“He didn’t even tell you goodbye.”
She kissed his finger, and he dragged it down over her chin.
“I didn’t expect him to want to bid me farewell. I’m sure he never wants to see me again. I assure you, the feeling is mutual. Iwillmiss my brothers, however.”
“We’ll call on them when we’re next in London. After I sort out Carlisle Keep and the witch’s curse and…” He thought of the pull of the dice, a pull that had faded now that he was with her. “And the rest of it,” he said.
“I’d like that. But I don’t want to talk about my father right now.”
He lifted a brow. “You prefer another topic of conversation?”
“Actually,” she said, “I can’t think of a single thing to say.”
“I’ll have to settle for your moans, then.”
“I don’t moan!”
He kissed her earlobe, which elicited a quiet moan from her. “What were you saying?” he whispered.
“That was a whimper.”
He chuckled and worked his way down her long neck to kiss her collarbone. She made another sound, and he looked up.
“A murmur of appreciation,” she countered.
Henry slid down further, cupping her breast and bringing the hard point of her nipple to brush against his lips. He swirled his tongue around it lightly, feeling her squirm under him as her nails dug into his bicep.
He kissed between her breasts and moved lower, trailing his mouth over her stomach until he reached just below her bellybutton. Then he placed soft kisses all the way down, parting her legs until he settled between them. She gasped. Not a moan yet, but he would make her moan.
He parted her, exploring her with lips and tongue and fingers, just provoking her, really, confirming what he knew she liked and finding more ways to please her. When his tongue found her clitoris, she bucked and gasped again. He sucked and tapped and licked until she cried out. The cry ended in a definite moan.
“You were saying?” he said against her.
“One moan,” she gasped.
He flicked her again, and she moaned again.
“Very well, two. Please don’t stop.”
He didn’t stop. He brought her to the edge of orgasm, retreated, then brought her there again. One look up at her, and he knew the smallest nudge would push her over the edge. Her back was arched, her hands fisted in the bedclothes, her eyes closed, and her lips parted. Her legs were tense, open so he could see the glistening pink of her sex. Henry was breathless withneed himself, delirious with want, his cock throbbing from the taste of her, the sounds she made, and now the sight of her. He lowered back down, suckled her until he felt her tense and heard her cry out, then he rose and placed his cock at her entrance. “I want to be inside you. Katie.”
“Yes,” she said, writhing in pleasure as the orgasm rocked through her.
He entered her, slowly, which was difficult, as she was slick and tight, and he wanted to sheath himself. Her inner muscles clamped against him, and she gripped his shoulders. He tensed, waiting to see if she was in pain, but she pulled him closer.
“More,” she said.
“Thank God.” He thrust deeper, and she lifted her hips to meet him. Slowly, he rocked into her, feeling her body relax from the climax and accept him. It didn’t take long before he reached the edge and fell over, groaning and straining to keep his weight from collapsing on top of her. For a moment, he was half mortified. He never groaned like that. He never climaxed so quickly. But God’s teeth, she had felt so good.
He withdrew and rolled to lie beside her, gathering her in his arms and trying to calm his breathing. The exhaustion that had been lurking at the fringes of his consciousness took over, and he felt himself beginning to drift off.
“I didn’t mind that,” Katie said.
Henry opened one eye. “High praise indeed.”
