Lord Greyton's Fall From Grace (Lords of Avalon Novella Series) (13 page)

“Two hours alone with y
ou, Grace, I’m in heaven
!
I suggest we walk farther along the path and use
the
Summer House
for our picnic
.
It will be more comfortable and w
e will have more privacy that way
.”
Two hours in the Summer House
with the woman he loved
.
Where there was a day bed
.
Had h
e made a wise choice
? 
Bloody he
ll,
he’d have to use every bit of his restraint
.

T
wo hours completely alone with Grace…just the thought
sent
blood racing through his veins. Owen increased his pace
.
When he realized Grace struggl
ed
to keep up with his long stride, he slowed
.
“I’m sorry, Grace
.
I guess I’m anxious for us to get to the Summer House
.”
He smiled down at her
.
Her liquid brown eyes were darker than normal, her cheeks were flushed
.
Oh heaven help him, she anticipated their privacy too
.
Passion flamed easily between them
.
It was going to be difficult to restrain himself
.
He
only
hoped it didn’t prove to be impossible
.

Owen
spread the quilt on the floor of the Summer House
.
Together he and Grace laid out the co
ntents of the basket
.
Their luncheon consisted of
wine, bread, cheese, apples, meat pies and peach tarts.
They set about sampling the fare spread before them
.
They talked of whatever came to mind as they ate.

Later, after he
ate
his fill,
Owen reclined on his side and sipped his wine slowly as he watched Grace finish her meal
.
She sat with her legs tucked beneath her.

“How many
children shall we have Grace?” h
e asked her softly as he took in every nuance of her, committing it to memory so he could remember everything about her while he was gone
.

“No more than thre
e or four, I’d say,
” Grace answered after thinking for a moment
.
“Any more than that and it would be difficult to keep up with them, I’m afraid.”

“Two sons and two daughters
.
It sounds perfect.” Owen picked up an apple slice and lifted it to
her lips
.
He watched her smile and
take a nibble
.
S
he licked her beautiful rosy lips after
chewing
.
I
t was nearly
Owen’s
undoing
.

“That would be perfect
, Owen
.”
Grace smiled happily at him
.

He reached out and put his hands about her upper arms
.
He gently urged her to bend to meet him
.
One hand moved to her nape to bring her the rest of the way so their l
ips met
.
“Grace, I love you so,
”
h
e whispered before he possessed her lips
.
They kissed
, each one demanding response from the other,
fanning the flames of passion that
ignited
between them
even
higher
.

When Owen realized she could not be comfortable bending over him, he sat up, rose to his
full height
and pulled her upward
.
His hands around her slim waist, he backed her to
ward
the daybed;
the
very
place he had been avoiding since they arrived at the Summer House
.
Caution had long been thrown to the wind
.
As always happened when they kissed,
their
passion flamed
into a raging inferno
.
He burned
.

As the backs of her thighs brushed
against the daybed, he pushed he
r
gently
so she fell back
upon the heavily pillowed bed
.
Straddling her legs he eased himself over her. As their bodies molded to one another they both moaned softly.

“Grace, dearest, Grace, you’re so soft and warm…” Owen whispered huskily as he kissed her eyes, her cheeks, her lips, her chin
.
His lips moved along her jawline to nibble upon her
earlobe
.
He pressed a hot, open-mouthed
kiss to the tender spot behind her ear
.
When he felt her
light
feathery kisses upon his neck, he nearly groaned with pleasure
.

His hands moved to her breasts
.
He gently caressed and fondled them through the fabric of her gown
.
He found
her nipples and teased them into hardened pebbles
.
He had to taste her
!
“Grace, I want to see your breasts, may I untie your bodice?”

Grace arched into his hands
that still
cover
ed
her breasts
.
She
answer
ed with a breathy, “yes
.
”

Owen quickly untied her bodice and lowered the
pale yellow muslin fabric
.
His eyes
feasted on her full breasts straining against the sheer
fabric
of her chemise
.
He aga
in touched her hardened nipples
.
He hurriedly
untied
the ribbon drawing
the fine
lawn
together
and loosened it so her breasts were bared to him. “Grace, you’re beautifu
l
.
Your breasts are perfection,
”
h
e murmured huskily before he dipped his head to take one hardened pebble into his mouth
.
His fingers lovingly worshipped her other breast as he suckled her.

Grace threaded her fingers into Owens dark brown hair, moaning softly
as his mouth teased her breast,
“Owen.”

His lady’s voice
sounded
sultry
and smooth
.
He lifted his head to see her brown eyes dark and heavy-lidded, her lips
parted and
swollen from his kisses
.
His mouth moved to her other breast
.
She
arched beneath
him while her
fingers dug into his
shoulders
.
He
allowed one hand to slip between the
mattress
and her bottom
.
He cupped
the
firm,
rounded globe and pressed her against him
.
When his teeth nipped lightly at her nipple, she arched and ground herself against his hard cock, nearly driving him out of his mind
.

He tried to find the will
to stop
himself
.
H
er passionate reactions to his touch and kisses were driving him over the edge
.
If this were not Grace, the woman he intended to marry beneath him, he’d have already buried himself deep inside her and would be pumping himself into her moist warm sheath.

Grace writhed beneath him, overwhelmed at the ache and the need she felt, for what she didn’t
truly
know
.
She never wanted these wonderful sensations to end
.
“Owen!” She gasped as he sucked her breast into the warm cave of his mouth
.
“Owen I ache, I don’
t understand
.
I need…something,” s
he pleaded desperately as his hand held her tightly against his groin
.
She could feel the hardness of him pressing into her
.
She arched and rubbed herself against him
.
“Owen, please,
”
s
he begged as his lips moved upward to claim hers in a searing kiss
.

“Oh
Grace, I fear I’ve gone too far,
”
h
e whispered huskily into her ear.
He raised himself above her to gaze upon her. He saw disappointment in her eyes
.

“Owen, please don’t stop! I need…I don’t know what I need.”

“Shh, my love.” Owen placed a finger gently against her lips
.
He dipped his head to kiss her while h
e shifted to his side
.
His other hand began bunching up her skirts until he touched her thigh above her stockings. “I can give you some relief, my love
.
Would you like that?” His fingers
slid up her silken thigh
easily maneuver
ing
the opening in her drawers
.
His fingers
rested upon the coiled springy curls between her legs.

“Please
.
Please?” Grace had never felt so desperate, so in need of anything.

He began to explore and massage her.
“Oh
, Grace, you’re so wet, so warm,
” Owen’s breathing
was irregular
, his voice sounded hoarse
.

As his fingers massaged her and found a particular place that sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her, and his mouth teased one breast and then the other, Grace could do n
aught
but succumb to the wondrous feelings assaulting her. Her hips lifted of their own will
.
When she felt Owen’s fingers slip inside her
, she
pulled desperately at his shoulders as she
arched
her body against his
.

“Owen, oh my Lord, Owen
!”
She panted, writhed and moaned
,
fire burn
ing
inside her
,
as his fingers continued to stroke her
.
Then
her abdomen tightened and
something exploded
deep within
her
.
Wave upon wave of exquisite pleasure
followed and
moved through
out
her
body
.

She sighed as Owens fingers slipped out of her
.
She looked up to see him smiling down at her
.
She struggled to regulate her breathing
.

“Grace, my love
, I can’t wait to make you
truly
mine,” h
e murmured against her ear
then
proceeded to place
soft
, feathery
kiss
es along her neck
.
He
kiss
ed
each pert nipple
and
paus
ed
to suckle her once again
.
“Did you enj
oy your pleasure, my dearest?” h
e asked her, his voice deep and husky.

“Oh my, yes!” she breathed
.
She smiled sweetly up at him while his finger moved along her jawline and feathered across her cheek
.
She heard hi
s deep
chuckle
.

“Now, my love, I must go outside for a moment.” He
knew he
must
give himself release
.
It was imperative
!
He
stood
.

Grace saw the unmistakable evidence of his desire straining against his trousers.
She blushed
.

He removed his watch and
looked at the time
.
“We’ve only twenty minutes to make ourselves presentable and get back to your maid in the garden
.
I’ll be back in just a few minutes.” Owen knew it wouldn’t take more than a couple of hand pumps before he came, he was
that close
.