Chapter 20

Chapter

Twenty

H is cock was as hard as a rock, as hard as it had been the night before when he'd listened to Genevieve pretend to touch herself in the bath. And now, her hand lay low on his stomach, a hand's length from his dick that he would love for her long, slender fingers to wrap around and stroke.

He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, and dared not move.

She lay sprawled against him. Her body wrapped around him like an octopus trying to devour its prey.

Would he like to be eaten by her?

Something told him he would and probably enjoy her mouth with every nibble it bestowed.

His arm lay under her head, and with every minute that ticked by, it became more and more numb. Damn, she had a heavy head. Maybe it was all that beautiful red, curled hair she possessed.

She mumbled something he could not understand in her sleep and wiggled closer. Her mouth opened with a sigh, her lips tempting him beyond endurance.

This would never do. He couldn't lust after his wife. Not that she was his wife just yet, but she would be… He was only saving her reputation out of duty and friendship.

He would not fall for a pretty face and pleasant body like so many of his friends had in the past.

Genevieve's mouth had always held nothing but spite for him, and no matter his gentlemanly duty, he doubted that would change with the murmuring of a few vows.

Her hand slipped lower onto his cock, and it jumped. She moaned, sliding her leg along his, her mons pressing against his upper thigh and hip. What on earth was she going to do?

Start humping him.

Dear God he wouldn't survive that. He'd likely roll her onto her back, lift her legs about his waist and fuck her like she dreamed he would.

For there was little doubt that was what she was doing right at this moment. She undulated against him, her hand slipping around his cock, curious at first but then determined to see just how hard he could get.

Well, she would not be disappointed. He could get hard as a rock, and should he allow it, she'd come to enjoy his cock as husband and wife. Not that he was going to encourage affection to grow between them. He did not want to love his wife, or for her to love him in return. Even if he could give her a jolly good tumble whenever he wanted.

He did not know how long her ministrations continued, but if she did not stop he would spend all over her hand and the bedding.

But as of yet, there did not seem to be any slowing of her enjoyment. If anything, she seemed to increase her rubbing pace and was close to coming herself.

"Oh, yes, Beckett…"

He bit back a moan. His cock trembled, so deliciously close to coming. He could not stand it a moment longer, he rolled her onto her back, waking her instantly, and pressed his dick against her wet cunny.

Her eyes flew wide, shadowed with desire and sleep.

"What…what are you doing?"

He ground against her, and she half gasped, half moaned. He did it again and saw the moment she came.

Damn, the sound was sweet.

She closed her eyes and threw her head back into the pillow, biting her lip with a determination he could only admire. She didn't want to show him he'd made her climax, shatter her into a million pleasurable pieces with just two strokes of his dick against her flesh.

"Next time you play with me, madam, I'll fuck you until you come, and I'll be joining you on that little conveyance."

"Excuse you?" She wiggled out from beneath him, and he let her go, rolling on his side, and leaning his head on his hand as he watched her fumble about for her clothes.

Not that she had anything other than the opulent ball gown he'd stolen her away from London in.

When she slipped her shift over her body, and picked up her stays she turned, the corset gaping from not being tied.

"I need your help if you please."

"Do you now?" He threw back the bedding, his cock still hard and jutting through his shirt. He ignored her large, shocked eyes that followed his bouncing, engorged dick as he walked toward her.

He stood before her and tried not to laugh. "I guess I can help hold your stays together so you can tie them, even though you've left me hard and unsatisfied. One day remind me to teach you to finish what you've started or someone may term you a tease."

"I never did a thing to you. I don't know what you're talking about."

He laughed. She was lying. He had little doubt she'd remembered her dream that was no dream at all and understood why he'd rubbed her to climax.

"Oh, but you did." Beckett leaned forward and kissed her exposed neck. The scent of jasmine rose from her skin, teasing his senses. There was certainly one thing about Genevieve he could always count on—she always smelled good enough to eat.

"Your clever hand stroked my cock with an experience that leads me to ask if you've ever done such a thing before. I should hope not, however. I would hate to duel with any who claims prior titillation with you."

"Of course I have never done such things, not even with you. You're repulsive, my lord. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."

"Well." He walked over to where his breeches and boots were and picked up his pants, pulling them on. "I'm not ashamed, merely unsatisfied." He tied his breeches and sat on the wingback chair. "Usually, when a woman plays with my dick, they usually suck it or fuck it, so I suppose you could say I'd love to mix giblets right now. Unlike some others in this room."

"You never did a thing to me. Rubbing yourself against my sex didn't mean anything."

"Really, did it not?" He stood and went to her, closed the space between them. "So you didn't just orgasm, Lady Genevive. Did I not just make you experience the sweetest pleasure there is on this large, round globe?"

Her face blossomed a pretty pink and he tapped her nose with his finger. "It's okay, wife-to-be. I'll not tell on you and it'll be our secret. But when we're married by tomorrow morning, I am going to take my fill and we'll both enjoy it. After that, once I'm satisfied, we can return to tolerating each other at best."

"Sounds delightful."

He chuckled at the sarcasm that laced her words. "No matter how unsuitable we are regarding our personality, know this. We will do tolerably well in bed when the time comes. I like my women to come first. You'll be no exception."

"Do you always think so highly of yourself?" she asked, slipping on her leather shoes and glaring at him.

"Of course. And you will too, by tomorrow."