Page 122 of In the Prince's Bed

“She’s waited this long for it; she can wait a few minutes more.”

“A few minutes, hah! The last time we tried a position from theRhetorick,it took us half an hour to achieve it.”

He slid his hand inside her bodice to fondle her breast. “Ah, but it was a blissful half hour.”

She sucked in a breath as his touch sparked fires. Even carrying his child hadn’t curbed her craving for him. With a smile, she rose to slide her arms about his neck. “You’re incorrigible, husband of mine.”

“No more than you.” Eyes gleaming, he swept his hot gaze down her. “As I recall, you also found the Swooping Eagle position blissful.”

She stared up into the face of the man she loved more each day. “Yes, but I’m not so limber these days.”

He grinned. “All right.” Taking her by surprise, he lifted her onto the dressing table. “Then we’ll have to use a positionIcreated.”

As he dragged her chemise up her legs, she couldn’t help laughing. “Oh, and what is this called? The Dressing Table Dip? The Rakehell’s Rocking Chair?”

He gazed at her with a warmly tender look. “I call it Iversley in Love.”

“Ah,thatone,” she whispered as she gave herself up to his embrace. “I do so love the old favorites.”