“Jules?”
“Good morning, husband,” she said, and continued the journey with his inquisitive hand. “Goodness,” she said as her fingers closed around him.
“What do you expect?” he asked, nibbling at her ear. “I’ve been thinking about you for the past five minutes.”
“I think, Michael,” she said impishly, “that I have great power over you.”
“At least part of me.”
“Michael?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Will you teach me . . . things?”
“I’ll teach you everything you want to know,” he said with great conviction, and rolled her onto her back.
“Lydia!”
Saint frowned. “Damn, I’d forgotten all about her.”
“Oh dear, this is dreadfully embarrassing. Do you think she saw us?”
He laughed and kissed her deeply. “We’re married, Jules. And no, I sincerely doubt that Lydia, once she’d been in the other bedroom, would dare open the door to this one.”
Jules pressed her face against his throat. “I’ll never be able to face her!”
He breathed in the sweet scent of her hair and also the smell of sex. This bedroom, he thought, grinning, has never been so appealing before. “Tell you what, Jules,” he said, his hand closing over her breast. “Ouch! Not quite so much enthusiasm, sweetheart.”
She released him, and giggled. “Shall I kiss it and make it well?”
He gave her a wicked grin. “What a lucky man I am, married to a thoroughly lascivious woman.”
“I think I like the sound of that,” she said.
“I do too. Tell you what, Jules, let me give you some instruction first, all right?”
“What kind of instruction?”
“Just lie still and attend to what I’m doing.”
When he lifted her hips in his hands and gazed intently down at her, Jules found herself trying to squirm away. “It’s daylight,” she managed. “You’re looking at me!”
“Yes,” he said, his voice sounding hoarse in his own ears. “I’m not only looking, but I’m offering up thanksgiving to heaven. Now, you just be quiet, and don’t interfere with a man’s pleasure.”
She decided she had no choice, and he thought he would yell with pleasure when he felt her ease and relax, offering herself to him.
“Now I can look at you,” Jules said many minutes later. He was deep inside her, moving gently, rhythmically, and she watched every expression on his face.
“Oh no,” he said after a while, and slipped his hand between their bodies and found her. It was he who watched her face at the moment of her climax, allowing himself his own release after she’d gained hers.
“The world is a very nice place,” he said, squeezing her so tightly that she yelped.
When they ventured downstairs close to noon, Lydia was nowhere to be seen.
“Smart woman,” Saint said, eyeing the food she’d left out on the table.
He’d wanted to spend the entire day in bed with Jules, but realized he’d been quite fortunate not to have already been rousted by a patient. It was Avery who showed up, the man Jules had shot.