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The Mark of a Rogue (Scandalous Sons 2)

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“That’s it, love. Take what you want.”

Hug me. Never let go.

“I want you,” she breathed as her head fell back and her mouth opened to exhale the sweetest groan he’d ever heard. She shuddered. Her body clamped around him, pumping his shaft until he feared he might suddenly spill his seed.

“I need to withdraw.”

“Oh, Lord!” she said, meeting his gaze as a look of heart-rending tenderness passed between them. “I can barely catch my breath.”

“We’re not finished yet.” He rolled her onto her back and came to kneel between her thighs. “Touch me, Verity.” Capturing her hand, he showed her how to pleasure him.

Part of him wished he wasn’t so aroused. He could have spent an eternity watching her massage his manhood. But a handful of strokes, and he jerked his hips and spurted his hot seed onto her abdomen.

“Hell’s teeth!” The words burst from his lips as his climax tore through him. When one felt a strong connection to a woman, satisfaction thrummed on a much deeper level.

“Is something wrong?”

“No. It’s just that I have never felt so sated.” It wasn’t just that. Inner contentment—just as potent as the pulses of ecstasy—rippled through him, too.

She smiled. “If it is always like this, I could love you every day.”

“You would receive no objection from me.”

Perhaps he should broach the subject of marriage, but there was time to discuss their future once he’d dealt with Wincote and Layton. Besides, at present, he needed to attend to their ablutions.

He climbed off the bed, grabbed a towel and the linen square from the washbowl and padded back to the woman he would take as his bride if she ever wanted to marry.

“Stay there while I play lady’s maid.” With gentle strokes, he wiped away all traces of their union. He spent longer than necessary washing her breasts and the shapely thighs that had gripped him in a lover’s embrace.

“You’re hired,” she said with some amusement. “My maid is nowhere near as thorough.”

“No doubt your maid is not addicted to touching you.” Addicted was indeed the right word, for the need to join with her again sprang upon him. “But I would take the job if it meant I might do this every evening.”

She touched his arm. “Can I ask you something?”

He stilled. “You can ask me anything.”

“Might I sleep with you tonight? I don’t want to be alone.”

Perhaps her fears stemmed from thoughts of the scoundrel hiding in the square. Perhaps she needed to feel locked in a loving embrace just as much as he did.

“Of course. Though be warned, a certain part of my anatomy has a will of its own.”

She glanced at his flaccid manhood. “I should like to love you again if given an opportunity.”

Hell, this woman amazed him on every level. “After your first time, your body needs rest.” And Miss Trimble probably had her ear to the door. Come the morning she would be charged for attack, ready to hurl a tirade of abuse.

Verity arched a brow. “I think I might determine that for myself.” And without another word, she reached for him, drew him down to the bed and kissed him in the wildly passionate way that soon had his cock jerking to attention.

They made love for almost an hour. Beyond the thick curtains, the first rays of dawn would soon break over the square. Still, he would hold her close until Cavanagh hammered on the door, eager to go home and change out of his costume.

As Lawrence settled into bed and gathered Verity into his arms, their hearts still racing, their legs entwined, he waited until the usual feeling of euphoria subsided—it didn’t.

Chapter Sixteen

Lawrence’s muscular leg was draped across her thigh, keeping her trapped in a heavenly prison. One strong arm held her so close she could hear the slow, hypnotic beat of his heart. Verity snuggled closer to his warm body, ready to close her eyes and drift back into a peaceful sleep.

Then he moved a fraction, and the solid length of his manhood pressed against her abdomen. Saints above! She was equally addicted to Lawrence Trent’s touch, his taste, to the look of joy on his face when he shuddered and spoke her name. If she had her way, they would remain in the hotel room for the week, only leave to take much-needed sustenance.



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