Baron of Bad (Lords of Scandal 5)

She smiled at him. “You’ve been calling me your love for a while now. Is that a term you always use?”

He blinked. When had he started that? “No. Never. I didn’t even realize—”

“Show me.” She kissed him again. “Show me the ways you love me.” Then she reached for his cock again.

Bloody hell and damnation, now was the moment that he should not just call her love but tell her that he loved her absolutely and completely. But his throat wouldn’t work and so instead, he picked her up and carried her to the bed.

She was already in a state of partial undress and he thanked his lucky stars for that as he fumbled with the buttons at her front. When he pulled back the garment to reveal her bare breasts, he groaned aloud and dropped his mouth to first the right and then the left. She moaned underneath him, arching up to meet his mouth.

Her response calmed him and his fingers slowed as he pulled the fabric further off her body then shrugged out of his coat.

“Ben,” she murmured, reaching her arms up to him.

Love and desire coursed through him. “Would you undo your hair for me, love?”

He kept pulling off his clothes and she sat up and unlaced the braid that hung down her back. As her hair fell loose about her shoulders, he moved closer. He only wore his breeches now and he had the powerful urge to strip her of the rest of her clothes but first, he wanted to run his hands through that glorious mane of hair.

It slipped through his fingers, like fine silk or water from the river. She sat on the bed in front of him as he stood over her, looking down at the waves of golden strands flowing down her back. “Beautiful.”

She brought her hands to his bare stomach, tracing the ridges of muscles that disappeared below the falls of his breeches. “I might say the same.”

“My muscles will disappear eventually.”

She shrugged. “My hair will turn grey. I will promise to want you always if you are willing to do the same for me.”

He blinked. “I promise.” Then he leaned down and kissed her. Somehow, the thought of watching her grow old, turn grey, didn’t frighten him. In fact, it clogged his chest with emotion. “I would love nothing more than to spend my life growing old with you, Grace.” He swallowed. “I love you with every bit of my heart.”

She gave him a glowing smile. “I love you too.”

Chapter Sixteen

Grace tried to breathe but his words had stolen the air from her lungs. Joy swept through her.

Cupping her cheeks, he bent even lower. “If you let me, I will spend my life worshipping you, my queen.”

And then he pushed her back on the bed and they fell together, lips touching, chests pressed heart to heart, pelvises in perfect alignment. Her breath caught as one of his hands slipped up her bare leg under her skirt. Skimming the back of her knee, he brushed the sensitive skin of her thigh making her quiver with need.

But when the tips of his fingers brushed between her legs, pleasure zipped through her entire body and she pressed against him silently begging him for more.

He answered with the same silence, his fingers doing all the talking as they started a gentle, leisurely rhythm over her sensitive flesh.

She clung to his back as her body tightened with growing need. When she thought she couldn’t stand another moment, he stopped. Groaning in frustration, she lifted her head. “Please.”

He responded by kissing her long and deep. “I want your clothes off.”

With trembling fingers, she pulled at the garments but he brushed her hands away and completed the task himself.

He skimmed his hands from her neck, down her chest, over her stomach and along her hips, tracing her legs clear down to her toes. When he reached them, he bent down and placed a light kiss on her instep. “You are perfection.”

She propped on her elbows, to stare down at him. “I can assure you, you are the only person who thinks that.”

He kissed up her calf, nipping at the skin just behind her knee. Her body convulsed in a shiver. “They haven’t seen you like this.”

That made her eyebrows lift. “That’s true.” But she couldn’t say more as his lips traversed her thigh. Her core was tightening with an ache and she bit her lip to kee

p from begging again.

Just before her sex, he stopped, drawing in a deep breath. “Your smell,” he whispered. “Your taste…” The he licked her swollen lower lips.