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The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy (Smythe-Smith Quartet #4) Page 93
Author: Julia Quinn

He grabbed her under her buttocks, lifting her to meet him, and they both tumbled to the bed. Her legs slid open, and without even trying he found himself at her entrance, using every ounce of his control to keep himself from plunging forward.

He looked at her, his eyes asking—Are you ready?

She grabbed his bottom and let out a frustrated cry. It might have been his name. He didn’t know; he couldn’t hear anything beyond the blood rushing through his body as he surged forward, sheathing himself within her.

It was all so fast. He felt her tense, and he lifted himself up as best he could. “Are you all right? Did I hurt you?”

“Don’t stop,” she growled, and then all speech was lost. He plunged into her, over and over, driven by an urgency he did not fully comprehend. All he knew was that he needed her. He needed to fill her, to be consumed by her. He wanted to feel her legs wrapped around him, to feel the thrust of her hips as she rose to meet him.

She was hungry, maybe even as hungry as he was, and it only served to inflame his desire. He was close, so close, he could barely keep himself from exploding. And then—thank God because he didn’t think he could have lasted another second—he felt her clench around him, tight as a fist, and she cried out. He came so fast, she was still pulsing around him when he was done.

He collapsed atop her, lying there for two breaths before sliding to the side so as not to crush her. They lay there for quite some time, just letting their bodies cool, and then, finally, Iris let out a little sigh.

“Oh my.”

He felt himself smile, slow and satisfied.

“That was . . .” But she didn’t finish.

He rolled to his side, propping himself up on his elbow. “That was what?”

She just shook her head. “I don’t even know how to describe it. I don’t know how to begin.”

“It begins,” he said, leaning down to kiss her lightly, “with ‘I love you.’”

She nodded, her movements still slow and languid. “I think it ends with it as well.”

“No,” he said, his voice gentle but brooking no argument.

“No?”

“It doesn’t end,” he whispered. “It never ends.”

She touched his cheek. “No. I don’t think it does.”

Then he kissed her again. Because he wanted to. Because he had to.

But mostly because he knew that even when his lips left hers, their kiss would still linger.

It, too, would never end.

Epilogue

Maycliffe

1830

“WHAT ARE YOU READING?”

Iris smiled at her husband as she looked up from her correspondence. “A letter from my mother. She says that Marie-Claire attended three balls last week.”

“Three?” Richard shuddered.

“Torture for you, perhaps,” Iris laughed. “But Marie-Claire is in heaven.”

“I suppose so.” He took a seat beside her on the little bench she used at her writing table. “Any potential suitors?”

“Nothing serious, but I have a feeling my mother is not trying quite as hard as she might. I think she wants another season with Marie-Claire. Your sister is proving a far more cunning debutante than any of her own daughters were.”

Richard rolled his eyes. “God help them both.”

“And in other news,” Iris said with a laugh, “Marie-Claire is taking viola lessons three days per week.”

“Viola?”

“Perhaps the other reason my mother is reluctant to let her go. Marie-Claire has a spot in next year’s musicale.”

“God help us both.”

“Oh, yes. There is no way we shall be allowed to miss it. I would have to be nine months pregnant to—”

“Then we should start right now,” Richard said with enthusiasm.

“Stop!” Iris protested. But she was laughing, even as her husband’s lips found a particularly sensitive spot just above her collarbone. He always seemed to know exactly where to kiss her . . .

“I’ll shut the door,” Richard murmured.

“It’s open?” Iris squealed. She yanked herself away.

“I knew I shouldn’t have said that,” he muttered.

“Later,” Iris promised. “We haven’t the time now, anyway.”

“I can be quick,” Richard said hopefully.

Iris gave him a lingering kiss. “I don’t want you to be quick.”

He groaned. “You’re killing me.”

“I promised Bernie we would take him out to try his toy boat on the lake.”

Richard acquiesced with a smile and a sigh, as Iris knew he would. Their son was now three, an adorable little butterball with plump pink cheeks and his father’s dark eyes. He was the center of their world, even if they were not the center of his. That honor went to his cousin Samuel, who at age four was one year older, one year taller, and one year more wily. Fleur’s second son Robbie was six months younger than Bernie and completed the mischievous trio.

The first year of marriage had not been easy for Fleur and John Burnham. As expected, their wedding had caused quite a scandal, and even though they now owned Mill Farm, there were still those who would not let John forget that he had not been born a gentleman.

But Fleur had spoken true when she’d said she had never wished for riches. She and John had made a very happy home, and Iris was grateful that her children would grow up with cousins just down the lane. It was still just Bernie, but she hoped . . . there had been a few signs . . .

Her hand went to her abdomen without her realizing it. She would know soon.

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