CHAPTER 23
“I am not going to eat you—yet,” Miles teased as he moved around the Faraday Inn just outside of town.
Hetty turned to her new husband, “It doesn’t seem quite real to me. I don’t feel much different. I worry that at any moment, Daniel or Sinclair will come breaking down the door.”
Miles touched his eye, “Your brother does have an excellent right hook. And had I been more on top of things, I wouldn’t have passed out in your bed the night before our wedding. I cannot believe that I slept next to you all night and didn’t try anything.”
Hetty tipped her head to the side, “What happened? You were acting so strangely at dinner and then you disappeared.”
Miles took a deep breath, “I am sorry if I alarmed you, Hetty, that was never my intention. I’m embarrassed to say that I had a hard time controlling my libido. I tried to drink the problem away, and well, you saw disastrous that was.”
“Your what?” Hetty was confused.
Miles grinned and looked down at the front of his breeches. The placket was once again tented. “Only tonight, I do not have to pretend to be the debonair fiancé.”
Hetty flushed, and once again had a difficult time looking away. Miles laughed at her concentration, he figured it boded well for him. Slowly he began to remove his clothing.
Hetty’s eyes grew wider, “Oh, we are doing this now?”
Miles laughed, “We are most definitely doing this now, and later and possibly after that. If you aren’t too sore.” He hesitated for a moment, “That is what you want, isn’t it?”
In a flurry of motion Hetty began removing articles of clothing. This was most assuredly what she wanted.
There were a few moments when she got caught in her clothing and Miles had to help with buttons and laces. But soon she was in her chemise and he in his drawers.
Miles smoothed her hair from her face, “You are so lovely. Not just in face and form, but it shines out from somewhere deep inside of you. I hope you know, how very much I love you.”
Miles kissed her softly, teasing, tantalizing kisses that were meant to soothe and seduce. As much as he wanted to rush to the main event, he knew that this was important.
All reasoning flew out the window the moment his lips touched hers. The contact so sweet and light, it was as if a butterfly and landed on her lips. Hetty wanted more, craved to feel the dark churning in her lower belly.
Her little whimpering moans went straight to Miles’ cock. It throbbed hard and heavy, trapped in his last layer of clothing. Miles ignored the ache, this was about her. He deepened the kiss, slipping into her mouth and loving the sweet taste that was all Hetty.
His hands roved over her body. Slender, but with curves in the right places, Miles gripped her waist and hips.
Breaking from her mouth, he kissed the fine line of her jaw, loving the way she would moan when he found the right places.
Lovingly he continued his way down to her breasts. Her breath was coming in rapid bursts. He gently cupped each breast in hands, it was a perfect handful.
Hetty had never felt this way before. Her most private area was aching for something and she was more than certain it was that hard part of his anatomy that was jutting out towards her.
When he circled her nipples with his thumb delicately she cried out, thrusting herself more firmly into his grasp.
Miles eyes were dilated to almost black, “You have no idea the amount of restraint I am exhibiting. You are so responsive, I bet if I was to touch you, I would find you soaking wet.”
Hetty was too wrapped up in the heat of the moment to be embarrassed. She wanted his touch, she wanted him to do whatever it was that he was withholding.
Miles leaned down and licked her aroused nipple, sucking it into his mouth and worrying it with deep sucks.
“Miles!” she cried out, burying her hands into his hair. Every pull of his mouth sent a fiery hot response to her core.
He worked her other nipple the same way. Hetty hadn’t known how desperate she would feel. Her body wanted more, she needed more.
“There, my love, I will take care of you,” Miles pulled her chemise off, revealing her perfect form.
Hetty stood before him, her lithe body, flushed with arousal. He could see the delicate outline of her ribs just below the most perfect breasts known to mankind.
Tipped up, her pretty peach nipples begged from his attention. Her stomach was slightly concave, her hips nicely rounded.
“Please,” she whispered.
Miles kissed her again, this time with all the passion that he had been withholding. It was a firestorm of tongues and teeth as they held on to each other for dear life.
Picking her up mid kiss, Miles walked her to the bed that had been already folded down. Placing her gently on the coverlet, he finally looked at the junction between her thighs.
He parted her legs, and Hetty made a squeak of fear. His eyes flashed to hers, “Are you alright?”
Hetty nodded hesitantly.
“I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
Hetty let him open her wide. It felt scandalous to have the fresh air against the most secret part of her.
His eyes were glued to her, “You are drenched.” He took his hand to run a finger across her folds. She cried out, bucking her hips. He continued to stroke her, watching her face for what pleased her most.
Hetty felt as though she were lost in a raging storm. The passion building to an unmitigated degree.
“That’s it, Love, you are almost there.” Miles felt a surge of male pride. He couldn’t help but love that he was the one to show her this, to bring her such pleasure.
“Miles,” Hetty cried out again, her hips bucking wildly.
He continued to stroke her, adding another finger to help stretch her virgin folds. She was impossibly tight. And he worried that he might not be able to keep his promise of not hurting her. But he knew that he could bring her over the obis.
Taking his thumb, he began to rub that small jewel, that had been hidden, but was now begging for attention. Hetty screamed, and moisture flooded his hands.
“Beautiful,” Miles breathed. And then to her amazement, he took the same hand that had been touching her, inside of her, and licked the juices.
“Bloody hell,” Hetty breathed, unable to tear her eyes from him.