three times in the night. But an insistent nudge against her thigh proved that he most certainly did want her again. She supposed there was no longer any reason to be envious.
Piers leaned in and kissed her, long and slow, while his hands performed decidedly devilish things to her body. Before long, that increasingly familiar wetness was pooling between her thighs. Long minutes later, by the time he rolled atop her and sunk between her thighs, she was moaning out her love for him.
Or was it lust?
Either way, it was only fitting. As Lady Coulter had said to her yesterday evening, every marriage needs a healthy dose of lust. Even those filled with love.
she was a girl, chasing after him and her older brother when they tried to leave her behind. And while it is true she once gave herself to Duncan completely, when she was only offered marriage in return (and therefore, second class status within the relationship), she told him in no uncertain terms where he could put his blasted chivalry. Now he needs an heir to prevent his ne’er-do-well cousin from one day inheriting his father’s marquessate, but having sulked over the mistakes he’s made with Jo for over a decade, he can’t imagine anyone else being suited for the job. Somehow he must convince her that a life at his side will be more worthwhile than a life of stubborn independence.
