The Gentleman Who Loved Me (Heart of Enquiry Book 6)(89)

“Why did you do that? I’m not finished,” she pouted.

This close to exploding, he gritted out, “I was about to come.”

Her brow furrowed. “So?”

“So it’s not polite to spend in a lady’s mouth.” With wenches, the privilege cost extra.

Her cheeks turned rosy. “But don’t I, um… do that… in yours?”

Hell, he was going to spend then and there if this conversation continued. “I like it when you do, sweetheart,”—understatement of the century—“but you might not feel the same way.”

“I want to taste your pleasure,” she whispered, “the same way you do mine.”

Which meant—conversation over.

In a blink, he had them both on the carpet. He lay on his back, positioning a startled Primrose on her hands and knees over him, her knees straddling his head, her mouth lining up with his cock. He wasted no time, yanking her hips down and burying his face in her luscious cunny. At the same time, he reached down, pressing between her shoulder blades, and he knew she understood when, an instant later, his cock was engulfed in wet heat.

Bloody. Fucking. Heaven.

While she sucked him, he ate her pussy like a man starved. Fucking her with two fingers, he sucked on her bold nub until her thighs tautened around his head, and he tasted the first gush of her honey. She moaned around his cock as she came, the reverberations taking him over the edge. He bellowed, his hips bucking as his release shot from him like a geyser. He jetted again and again, and she didn’t move away, taking all of it—of him—into her keeping.

Afterward, he had just enough energy to get them both back into bed. He tucked her against his side, her head nestling in the crook of his shoulder. He was fully prepared to fall asleep again when he heard her giggle.

He twisted his head to look at her, and his mouth twitched. She looked exceedingly pleased with herself. “You look like the cat that got the cream.”

Her eyes sparkled. “Well, I did, didn’t I?”

“You certainly did.” Laughing softly, he kissed her nose. “Then again, so did I.”

“I liked doing that with you. Liked being… your equal.”

Surprised, he took in her earnest expression. “You are my equal, sunshine.”

“All this time, you’ve protected me—from gossip and my own mistakes and even an attempt on my life.” Her gaze followed her finger, which was tracing a circle on his chest. “You’ve also shown me pleasure I never knew existed… and you’ve taught me to accept and embrace myself and my desires. You’ve given me all that,”—her troubled eyes lifted to his—“and what have I given you in return?”

He couldn’t hold back the words.

“You,” he said tenderly. “I love you, Primrose.”

“Oh, Andrew, I—”

“I know you only want an affair, and this doesn’t change anything between us. I just wanted you to know that no one has ever given me what you have—passion, sweetness, joy. I don’t deserve it, but you make me feel like a different man. My heart is yours, Primrose. As a girl, you owned a piece of it; as a woman, you’ve claimed the rest.”

“You’re so good to me.” A tear trickled down her cheek. “I don’t deserve you.”

He thumbed the moisture away, and wanting to bring back her smile, he teased, “I think you just proved otherwise, hmm?”

His ploy worked; her lips curved.

“If that is all it takes,” she said tremulously, “then we’ll have to repeat the experience. Practice makes perfect, you know.”

Goddamn. Despite the fact that he’d come just minutes ago, his cock stirred. People might say that a way to a man’s heart was through his stomach—and they’d be wrong.

“Andrew?”

Hastily, he tucked away the image of her mouth on his cock. “Yes, love?”

“My parents are having a supper party tomorrow night.” She paused and said rather shyly, “Would you come as my guest?”

Thus far, his interactions with her family had been strictly related to the business of protecting her. It was one thing for her kin to tolerate him for the sake of her safety… and quite another for them to see him by her side on a social occasion. He was grateful that they hadn’t interfered with his and Primrose’s relationship thus far; he didn’t want to rock the boat.

“It sounds like a family affair,” he said with care.

“It is. So will you please come?”

Her smile dazzled him, and what he saw in her eyes made his heart pound with hope.





Chapter Thirty-Six


As the evening unfolded, Rosie’s trepidation over inviting her lover to a family gathering faded. Despite the nature of her relationship with Andrew and the fact that he was engaged in a less than reputable trade, one thing was clear: her family liked him. She’d been less concerned about the ladies and more about the men, who tended to be overprotective. Yet Papa and Andrew conversed readily enough over the twelve-course supper, the two of a like mind when it came to social issues. With his knowledge of business and sports, Andrew also fit right in with the husbands.

He even managed to draw Harry into the conversation. Harry had been quiet and preoccupied all evening; in fact, Rosie had never seen him in such a brooding state before. When Emma asked him about it, he cut her off with a firm, “Nothing is the matter. Leave it alone, Em.”