Page 105 of A Royal Mistake

“It’s about time,” she said, bottom lip jutting out as she turned to face him. Her full breasts swayed as she moved, and her nipples stood at attention, begging for his touch. If he hadn’t already been hard as a rock, the sight of her slippery curves surely would have done the trick. “The water’s freezing.”

“Come here, love.” He pulled her into his arms and wrapped her in his embrace, tangling his fingers in her wet hair. “I’ll warm you up.”

“Promises, promises.” She looked up at him from under her lashes as a bead of water trickled down her cheek. “It took you so long I washed off all the mud myself.”

He arched a brow. “Are you sure you got it all? I could do an inspection, to be sure.”

“Inspect away.” Her voice grew husky, and she rolled her hips against him, damn near purring as his cock slid along her belly.

Fucking hell.

He didn’t bloody care who heard them. He needed to be inside his woman, propriety be damned.

“Turn around,” he ordered, giving her Arsch a firm slap.

Pippa did as instructed, spreading her legs for him.

“Good girl.” He kissed her shoulder and positioned himself behind her, his cock snug in the curve of her arse. “Bloody perfect,” he said, skimming the back of his fingers down her side and over her hip.

Pippa shivered and turned to look at him over her shoulder. “Touch me, Henry.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. He cupped her breasts, massaging them gently before flicking his thumbs over her nipples. “Like this?”

“Yes.”

“Or perhaps you’d like this better?” He rolled one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

Pippa didn’t vocally respond, but the spasm of her hips against his cock told him everything he needed to know. She needed this as badly as he did. Maybe more.

“Then again,” he said, sliding his hand down her belly. “You always seem to like it best when I touch you right here.” He slipped his hand between her legs and stroked her slick folds. She sighed with satisfaction and he slid a finger inside of her.

Pippa moaned and arched her back, rubbing her arse against him in earnest now. The friction sent white hot lightning straight to his balls. He groaned, pressing an openmouthed kiss to her shoulder.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He slipped another finger inside of her and stroked her with a slow, easy rhythm as she rocked her hips, urging him deeper.

“I— I need more,” she panted, bracing her hands on the tin wall of the shower. “Fuck me right, Henry. I need to feel you inside of me.”

Sweet mercy. He needed that, too. Needed to bury himself balls deep in his wife. Needed to feel her pussy clamp down on his cock as he fucked her right.

He positioned himself at her opening and used his other hand to steady her hips, gripping her tight. With one hard thrust, his cock slid home, and he seated himself to the hilt. Pippa moaned and rolled her hips, creating a delicious tension at the base of his spine as she pushed them both toward release. Then they were moving in unison, their bodies slapping together with frenzied movement as his fingers circled her clit.

Christ. She felt so fucking good.

Henry lost himself in the sensation of her body, relishing the blinding pleasure that skated over his skin, bringing every nerve ending to life. Sex with Pippa was always like this, an onslaught of sensation that blurred his senses and fried his brain. The feelings had only grown stronger with marriage. He’d never imagined binding his life to another could intensify the pleasure of sex, but then again, he’d never imagined this kind of intimacy existed. They were closer than ever and though their work often separated them, they more than made up for it when they were together.

It had been a whirlwind year with a wedding to plan, the launch of Stanley International, and the expansion of VDRI, but he wouldn’t trade one second of it. It wasn’t always easy—the media attention made him nervous as hell and he was still getting used to the security detail—but it was always worth it.

There was nothing he wanted more than to be with Pippa.

She’d told him once that she wanted the fairytale. The fireworks, the prince, the happily ever after, and he was determined to give it to her. He’d give her anything she wanted, if only to see her smile.

He kissed her shoulder, thrusting hard and deep as he angled for the spot that would deliver the most intense orgasm. Their hips crashed together in the pursuit of pleasure and when she cried out, her body pulsing around him, she pulled him over the edge with her. The orgasm shot up his spine without warning, his muscles contracting in blissful release as white light blurred his vision, leaving him weak-kneed and breathless.

Pippa slumped against him and he wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her upright.

“Bollocks.” She tipped her head back, letting it rest against his chest. “That was amazing.”

“Indeed.”