Viscount of Vice (Lords of Scandal 4)

“I don’t.” She shook her head then titled it to the side. “Are there any children that might be yours?”

That nearly made him smile. “Not that I’m aware of.”

She nodded. “Any women who might be hatching plots of revenge?”

He did grin that time as he cupped her cheek with his other hand. “I don’t think so.”

“Then we’re fine,” She brought her other hand up to begin sliding both to his back, her fingers exploring the ridges and valleys within his muscles.

He sucked in his breath. “You’re making it difficult to concentrate.”

“Should I be sorry?” she asked and then she kissed his chest, pressing her delicate mouth to his skin. He clenched in need.

“I have to tell you this.” Blake pulled her back. “None of those women can even compare to you, love. None of them could breach the walls I’d put up around my heart. Look at you. Grace was mean to you today. I might have railed and shook my fist at her and closed off my feelings but not you. Here you are, chasing after her with all the love you have. That takes a special person and I love who you are. I love you.”

She gasped, going still. Had he really just said that? “You love me?”

“I do.” He loosened the tie on her chemise. “It’s all right if you don’t feel the same. Your affection and consent to my proposal are enough. I just want to be with you, Ada.”

Her heart nearly burst from her chest. He loved her? She didn’t give him time to finish loosening her chem

ise, instead, she tossed herself at his chest, wrapping her arms about his neck. “Don’t be silly. I love you too.”

“Silly?” He laughed even as he crushed her body against his, lifting her feet from the floor. “Why would you want to love me I am—”

“What are you?” she asked, touching her nose to his. “Strong, protective, kind. How could I not?”

He swung her in a strong circle. “I’ll do my best to take care of you always.” He kissed her again. With so little clothing, she could feel the press of his body, the friction of his skin. Her breath caught as his tongue slid into her mouth.

He lay her down on the bed, his weight pressing on top of hers. He felt delicious…and she might have laughed at the word except for his kisses were stealing all reasonable thought from her brain.

Her chemise slid up her legs and his weight settled between them, the press of something hard rubbing against her sensitive flesh between her legs.

She moaned at the feel of it and without thought, shifted, only to find that friction increased the pleasure.

He reached a hand under her behind, tilting her hips even as he moved with her, causing a riot of pleasure to spread out from that single point all through her body.

With startling ability, he set a pace, seeming to know exactly how much pressure to put on her swollen flesh and exactly where and how to press.

Before she knew what was happening, her body tightened in pleasure, searching for some release she didn’t entirely understand until she fell over the edge, her body seeming to shatter into a thousand tiny pieces.

Chapter Fifteen

Tension, like a knot, pulled at every muscle in his body as Ada cried out her climax. In the beginning, he’d had lovely thoughts of only pleasuring her. Of saving their union for matrimony. But between her declaration of love and the sight and sound of her pleasure, he thought he might die if he had to wait any longer.

“Ada…love…” He could practically hear himself begging. “I want to…”

“Yes,” she answered. “I want you too. All of you.”

His cock throbbed as he stood, yanking at his boots despite the fact the damn things wouldn’t come off. He nearly fell over from the effort. Not that this surprised him. Since the first, Ada had reduced him to a bumbling idiot. He’d managed to fall out of a chair, for pity’s sake.

She stood too, then pushed him down onto the bed. He willingly flopped back as she bent down between his legs, working the boots off his body. Then, she slid her hands up his thighs and over his hips, reducing him to a throbbing nerve of need. His breath stalled in his chest when she reached for the falls of his breeches. “Shall I help you with these too?”

He blinked, unable to actually speak. He felt like a boy again, fumbling in his excitement while she was so calm and collected. “Are you afraid?”

She shook her head. Part of her hair had come undone and he wished to pull all the pins out but he didn’t think himself capable tonight. “I’m with you. How could I be afraid?” And then she pulled down his pants, freeing his cock.

He held still and watched her inspect him. “It’s larger than I thought.”