Page 57 of Forever Her Bachelor

Searing kisses trailed down her abdomen to her belly button. Chauncey licked and teased, dipping his tongue.

Pippa whimpered at the feel of his tongue against her overheated skin as he licked a path back to her full breasts. Chauncey lifted one up, offering it to himself like she was a delicacy on a silver platter.

“You are perfect,” he mumbled.

So lost in his endeavors, she wasn’t positive if he was speaking to her or her breast. All she knew was she didn’t want him to stop. Her head fell back, pleasure swirling all over her body.

His free hand pulled her drawers down her legs, his nails grazing her skin. One of Pippa’s hands gripped his bare shoulders while her other clutched the yellow ribbon that still hung around his neck.

Even without the silky cloth binding them, she could still feel the undeniable connection that had held them together theentire day. She understood now more than ever—they were tied to each other; they had always been.

Chauncey stood, forcing her to take several steps back as he removed his breeches. All the air had left the room as he stood naked, his long, lean, muscled body on display for her greedy eyes.

She had thought she knew what to expect after the previous night activities, when she had seen him from the waist up, but there was so much more to him. He wasn’t bulky or robust like some gentleman. He was lean, every part of him rippling with muscles. There was a very defined V at his hip leading down to his protruding manhood. Pippa licked her lips, the sight of the long, thick organ made her feel absolutely ravenous.

With desperate hands, Pippa reached out to explore her husband. He was hers after all.

For one year.

She ignored the small voice in her head. The future didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered to Pippa in that moment was touching him.

Pressing her hand to the sinewy muscles of his abdomen, she wondered what it would be like to taste his flesh as he has done hers.

Claiming her lips with his, he ravished her mouth, removing the pins from her hair one by one. They fell to the bare floor, each one making a clinking sound as it hit the cold wood. Her dark hair fell to her shoulders.

Abruptly she was lifted off the ground. “Put me down!” She laughed, feeling overwhelming joy as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.

Laying her on the bed, he kissed her again, his tongue swirling around hers. It was deep and perfect. She felt him at her entrance, hard and demanding.

A need to touch him, to bring him pleasure like he had done for her, consumed her. Pippa’s fingers swirled in a circle over his back, trailing to his backside, then ever so slowly dragging a path around to his turgid manhood.

She gripped him boldly, not knowing exactly how to hold the hot flesh in her hand. But she was intelligent and a scientist. She would figure it out as she had done all things in her life.

“What are you doing, Kitten?” he asked, moving in and out of her hand, releasing a sound that Pippa couldn’t decipher.

It was the wickedest thing that Pippa had ever done, but she couldn’t determine if she was causing him pleasure or pain. She found she enjoyed being wicked very much, especially when it was with her husband.

Lifting, she pressed a soft kiss to his lips before answering him in a sultry voice. “I’m pleasing my husband,” she purred, feeling powerful in that moment.

Chauncey licked her bottom lip, a playful gleam sparkling in his eyes. “You’re fucking good at it,” he groaned, pressing their foreheads together before he sat up abruptly.

His words had her body tingling all over as she crawled further onto the bed.

He followed her deeper onto the wooden bed, positioning himself between her legs. His eyes roamed over her exposed skin; the heat of his gaze made her feel beautiful and wanted. “Are you ready to be mine?” Chauncey asked, inserting a finger into her heat.

A wanton moan escaped her as her back arched, begging him for more.

Pippa’s heart beat wildly in her chest as he licked her essence from his fingertip, his eyes closing, savoring the taste of her. Nothing had never excited her as much as seeing him taste her on his fingers.

Bending over her, Chauncey took her mouth in a desperate kiss. He tried to pull away, but she followed, never wanting his lips to leave hers.

“Stay right here. I want you open and ready when I return.” He left her on the bed, panting and confused.

Following him with her gaze, she watched as he went to his valise, taking out a small compartment. Opening it, he took out a small pouch that appeared long and thin, slipping it on his sizable girth, and tied it deftly.

French letters.

Pippa was so swept away by their adventure filled day that she had forgotten about their conversation to prevent her from becoming with child. It seemed, however, he had not.