The Marriage Surrender

‘She’s here,’ Joanna assured him quickly.

He glanced down into her brimming blue eyes. ‘All of her?’

‘Yes.’

‘Then let’s go back to bed,’ he said, reaching behind him to capture her hands so he could pull her with him out of the kitchen.

‘But what about breakfast?’ she protested. ‘I’m hungry! I was just going to make you—’

‘I’ve had mine,’ he inserted arrogantly. ‘I licked it from your fingers.’

Then they were inside his bedroom and the door was closing, and his hands were already beneath the shirthem and sliding it upwards and over her head, stripping her clear of any barriers.

His eyes glowed over her slender, pale, beautifully proportioned body, with its high, thrusting breasts and its intensely alluring cluster of dark gold between her thighs.

‘You are so lovely you make my heart ache,’ he told her huskily.

‘So are you,’ Joanna said, holding her arms up to collect him in. ‘All my dreams come true.’