The Undoing of a Libertine (Somerset Historicals 2)

He gave one sharp shake of his head to clear it before he came under his robe. Now that would be a downright tragedy!

“I can do that,” he whispered back.

She knelt on the rug and brought her hands to his thighs. His whole body jerked at the contact and her eyes flashed to his in question.

“Go—go ahead. I—I want you to.” He could barely get the words out. If you stop now I will die.

Her hands moved up his robe and took hold of the belt. Christ, he was burning hot for her. He watched her face as she untied the sash, pushing open the two halves to reveal his jutting erection, straight up, rock hard, and waiting for heaven to enfold him.

“Now open up your robe so I can see you when you do it,” he said more decisively.

She got a little smile and slowly pulled the tie to her wrapper. The two halves of the robe stayed in place. The sound of the swish of the silk felt like it brushed along the whole length of him, but it was just erotic sound serving to increase the anticipation.

Gina looked up at him. No guile, just frank innocence waiting for him to tell her what to do.

“Show me. Show me your beautiful breasts.”

Her long fingers drifted to the lapels and drew the blue silk apart, like the parting of the sea—a miracle performed by an otherworldly deity. She was the deity, or looked like she could be, all creamy flowing flesh and pink nipples bared for his pleasure.

“Put your hand around it like you did before and take the tip in your mou—” He lost the rest on a hiss as she quickly followed his directions.

Her lips closed around the head and her tongue swirled at the base. Taking him in deep, she sucked, quickly finding a compatible rhythm between the stroking of her hand and the suction of her mouth. Her thumb found the vein that ran up underneath him and rubbed back and forth. She did all that, and he soared.

The erotic view of her working on him, taking his cock in and out, just about made him come in the first minute alone. Those luscious pink lips closing in with each suck, and the sounds, helped to crank him higher. He wasn’t going to last long—seeing her mouth full of him. The suck and pull ratcheted his body until he was ready to burst—

“I’m going to come!” He tried to withdraw, but she just drew him right back in. It was clear who was in charge, and he wasn’t going to argue, being past the point of no return anyway. But he desperately needed to see her—

“Your eyes…please… Look at me!” he begged.

Those amber eyes lifted up. He reached down and cupped both sides of her face. Holding her steady, he thrust to the back of her throat and erupted.

The roar that came forth shook his whole body all the way to his heart, and he held on to her, and loved her, their eyes meeting in deep communion as he spilled in a hot rush.

“Love…you,” he mouthed, shuddering. He saw her eyes smile back at him and felt her swallow. He nearly wept.

She finally pulled back and sat on her knees. That signature half-smile of hers in place, her hand came up to wipe her mouth. He just stared at her in amazement. Couldn’t believe what she had just given him and with such generosity.

“I know.”

His heart just cracked right open—not from hurt, but from love. Pure, unadulterated, and precious. He rubbed the top of his chest and told her, “You own me, Gina, and I don’t want it any other way.” He pulled her up from kneeling and brought her to his lap, cradling her in his arms. “When I see you, I can’t look away. When we are apart, I feel you on my skin. I can taste you on my tongue. I smell your scent and I am so utterly and blissfully lost in you.”

Gina nestled in under his chin. “So, you liked it? I want to do it again, sometime.”

She was feeling shy once more. He could tell by her voice. That was the thing about Gina, what made her so captivating and alluring. She could be boldly sensual one minute, modestly restrained the next, and she was real like that. There was nothing false in her behavior.

“Well, I can be very accommodating, I assure you. Any time you wish to repeat that particular performance, you just let me know.” He held her a little tighter, unwilling to leave the moment but needing to be close with her. “Bed, now. I need to hold you.”

Settling into bed

with her, he was struck with how easy it had been to get used to having her for a sleeping companion. The idea of sleeping alone now, apart from his wife, was a horrifying prospect. He had subsisted on such a lonely life before Gina. He just hadn’t realized how empty and uninspiring it had been.

His three decades had been lived without a great deal of pride thus far, but he wanted to change that. He wanted purpose and honor to shape his life from now on.

As his senses took in the essence of Gina pulled in heavenly close and soft against him, he knew all of those good feelings and inspirations and ideas he had rolling around in his head now were only there because of her.

* * * *

If having dinner set out in their room had been an inspiration, then the idea of breakfast followed shortly and became the rule. They both enjoyed regular breakfasts in their suite most days, unless, of course, they had church or company.