Desire (Notorious 3)

“Because the thought of forcing myself upon you to get you with child has become supremely distasteful to me.”

“You would not be forcing me. I told you, I am willing to bear your child.”

“I’m afraid that isn’t good enough, Brynn. You’re suggesting in effect that I stand at stud. But to service you, I will have to be aroused enough to perform. And your reluctance is the surest way to kill my interest.” His mouth twisted wryly. “Regrettably, love, you can’t conceive without my full participation.”

Brynn dropped her gaze to his mouth. She could remember the feel and the taste of it on hers. “I would not be reluctant,” she assured him in a low voice.

“You will have to convince me otherwise.” When she lifted her gaze, he expounded. “I told you, I am not going to force myself on you again. You will have to take the lead.”

“What do you mean, take the lead?”

“If you want me to make love to you, you will have to be the one to initiate it. You will have to arouse me, siren, rather than the other way around.”

Her heartbeat quickened at the thought of arousing Lucian to passion, while her face flushed. “I’m sure I wouldn’t know where to begin.”

“I would be willing to instruct you.” Lucian paused, surveying her. “Perhaps you had best get started.”

Her eyes widened. “You want to make love now?”

“Can you think of a better time?” He gave her a flicker of a smile. “If I’m to get you with child, we should make love frequently, to improve the likelihood my seed will take root.”

Brynn remained totally mute.

“Very well,” Lucian said, grasping the sheet as if preparing to get out of bed. “It’s your choice.”

“No, wait!” She looked at him, their gazes locking. “What do I have to do?”

Chapter Fourteen

He cocked his head, contemplating her with tender amusement. “Do you actually need me to tell you what to do? The legendary siren who can inflame a man with merely a glance? ”

Brynn flushed, reluctant to initiate their love-making as Lucian demanded. It would be too wanton, and she had spent most of her life quelling any trace of wantonness.

“You could begin by taking off your nightdress,” he suggested helpfully. “It’s very arousing for a man to see a beautiful woman’s body.”

In all the weeks of their marriage, she had never undressed fully for him. “It is broad daylight,” Brynn muttered in protest.

“It is barely dawn. And making love at all hours of the day or night will help us achieve our aim.

“Come now, love,” Lucian prodded when she hesitated. “A bride can claim shyness for only so long. You will have to shed some of your inhibitions if you hope to keep me interested.”

Gathering her courage, Brynn drew her nightdress off and let it drop to the floor. His gaze fixed on her breasts, making her throat go dry.

“That’s better,” he murmured, his eyes sweeping her peaked nipples, then lower to the dark curls between her thighs. “Now then… I believe you were about to arouse me.”

She glanced down at the sheet, which barely draped his loins. The large ridge beneath clearly evinced the huge size of his erection. “I would say you are aroused quite enough already.”

He flashed a smile as tempting as sin itself. “Not nearly enough.” With a casual thrust of his leg, he pushed the sheet aside, exposing his magnificent body.

Brynn felt her breath catch at the sight of him. He was beautiful and lithe and strong, his shaft already darkly engorged. The thick swollen length rose nearly to his navel.

Moving his hands behind his head then, he laced them together at his nape. “I’m waiting, wife.”

His brazen attitude about his nakedness still flustered her, but it was the heat he roused in her that she deplored. “You don’t intend to help me?”

“Not at all. I intend to lie perfectly still and allow you to have your wicked way with me.”

Her flush deepened. “You cannot expect me to behave like a tart.”