Page 15 of To Seduce A Rake
Epilogue
Mulgrave Manor, Derbyshire: Three months later
Rebecca stood at the window of their study overlooking the estate that had become her home. The nervous spinster who’d stumbled into the wrong room at a country inn was now the Countess of Mulgrave, and to her surprise, she was rather good at it.
And the former rake made for the most attentive, devoted husband.
“What has you grinning from ear to ear?” He wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her back against his chest.
She covered his hands with hers and melted into him. “Just content. I never dared to dream I’d find such happiness.”
“Neither had I, until my angel broke into my chamber and scandalized me.” He pressed his lips below her ear, and her body shivered.
“The innkeeper gave me the wrong room.”
“The best mistake an innkeeper ever made.” He nipped her earlobe. “Though you can hardly place blame for your nighttime requests.”
Her cheeks warmed. Three months of marriage hadn’t dulled the effect he had on her. Knowing exactly what those hands and mouth could do made everything worse.
“You kissed me first,” she said.
“Absolutely guilty.” His hands slid up her ribcage. “One of my better decisions.”
She glanced at the pile of invitations on the desk. “I might like to attend the Season with my husband by my side. I don’t know which of us will surprise the ton more.”
“I can’t promise I’ll be on my best behavior.” He licked and sucked along the side of her neck.
Rebecca turned to face him, grinning. “I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
His auburn hair was mussed, and he’d abandoned his coat somewhere. Not that he bothered with formality when they were alone.
“You can have me in any way you like, Angel.”
He kissed her, swallowing whatever clever response she’d been about to make. His tongue slid into her mouth. She met him eagerly, her fingers diving into his hair.
After a few minutes he pulled back.
“Did you have something else to say on the matter?” Harrison teased.
“I have no idea.” She let her hands drift to the buttons of his shirt.
“You are a naughty little minx,” he said, gripping her hips.
“Among other things,” she agreed, freeing the first button, then the second, exposing the chest she’d memorized with her hands and tongue.
He scooped her up and carried her to the nearby settee, setting her down on her feet before he started removing her dress.
His fingers made quick work of her stays then gathered the hem of her shift and drew it up her body, his knuckles brushing bare skin.
Once she was bare, he went still. All of the love he’d shown her the past few months was there on his face. “So perfect.”
“Do I please you, my lord?” She asked teasingly. She no longer tried to cover herself. Three months had taught her he meant every word when he called her beautiful.
“I’m the one who should be pleasing you, Angel.” One finger traced from her throat, down between her breasts, over her stomach. Then he urged her back on the settee and hovered over her. “Taking care of what’s mine.”
The possessiveness in his tone made her thighs clench. “Yours,” she agreed. “Just as you’re mine.”
“Completely.” His hand continued down until he reached the curls between her legs. He parted her and found her already wet. “Always ready for me.”
