Page 90 of The Wolf and the Wildflower

James gripped her hips and tugged her even closer, dipping his head to smell along the curve of her throat and cheek, a roughened sound of need rumbling from his throat.

“Let’s spend the night in the tree house, my love,” he said against her throat.

There was an undercurrent of something decidedly wicked in his tone. Heat sparked in Jules’s veins when he bit her skin. “Yes.”

Her duke took her lips in a passionate kiss, hotly gliding his tongue into the depths of her mouth. A sharp bite of pleasure gripped Jules as his tongue mated with hers. With a muffled moan, she clasped his shoulders, tightening her legs around his hips as he walked with her deeper into the woods where she knew he would make love to her over and over for the long night. They would laugh and talk, perhaps even spend a few days in the woods before retreating back to the main estate.

The staff would know they were in the woodland cottage, and they did not gawp at their eccentric duke and duchess but simply got on with their work, nor would they be bribed to discuss how their master and mistress conducted themselves at home. Jules considered that there would not be many more times they could sleep in the tree house together—at least for a while. Climbing the rope ladders would become difficult, as she was already putting on weight and suspected that she might be with child.

As he set her down before the ladder, she smiled up at him. “I have so much to tell you, my love, but first…”

Hauling him down to her, she swallowed his laugh and kissed him again.