WidowsWickedWish by Lynne Barron Read Free Book Online

amazing. It was astonishing.
    “You’re so big,” she whispered in wonder as she felt him
thrust deeper yet. “So hard.”
    Jack growled, his eyes slamming shut. “Jesus, Livy.”
    “It feels so good,” she moaned. “I never knew…I never knew.”
    Jack opened his eyes, stared intently into hers, drew back
and thrust hard and deep until he was buried inside her to the hilt. And Olivia
came apart. She simply flew apart, into a million tiny pieces. She bucked
shamelessly against him, ground her aching flesh against his hard pelvis,
pulling him hard into her as she lost herself to the blessed relief that washed
over her, stealing her breath, stopping her heart, sending her spiraling into
nothingness.
    “Oh my God,” she cried. “Oh, oh, oh!” Jack captured her
lips, muffling her cries, absorbing her passion. He rocked against her, riding
her pleasure. And then he joined her. Olivia felt him jerk against her as his
weight came fully onto her and his hands dug beneath her to grip her bottom. He
held her hard beneath him and thrust furiously into her waiting softness.
    “Christ, Livy,” he groaned, his entire body trembling on
hers.
    Minutes later, Jack withdrew from her warmth and rolled onto
his back taking her with him, tucking her against his side with her head on his
chest. Olivia listened to his heartbeat, a rapid thumping at first, then
gradually slowing to a steady drum, its measured beats soothing her into a deep
sleep.

Chapter Four
     
    Jack awoke just as the first rays of the sun crested the
horizon. Those first golden beams trickled through the lace curtains at the
window, drifted across the room to alight upon Olivia’s sleeping form. She was
cocooned in blankets, curled onto her side facing him, her head snuggled into
the pillow so that all he could see was her profile. It was a lovely profile,
perfect. Her thick dark lashes cast shadows upon her cheekbones, her nose was
straight and elegant, with the smallest tilt at the end. Her full lips, those
same lips he had worshiped during the night, were parted slightly. She made not
a sound as she slept.
    She’d surprised him, Olivia had. Who would have thought she
had so much passion buried inside? And buried it was. He knew without being
told that he’d given her the first orgasm of her life. She hadn’t even known
what she was reaching for, what she needed as she strained against him in
helpless yearning. He’d known. But he hadn’t known, hadn’t been prepared for
the uninhibited joy she’d found with her release. He hadn’t expected it to
trigger his own. So quickly. So completely.
    You’re so big. So hard.
    Jesus. Those words, whispered in awe, had nearly undone him
then and there.
    It feels so good. I never knew.
    No surprise there. The Earl of Palmerton had been an idiot.
Even back during their Cambridge days, Jack had known that Palmerton was a
shallow, empty-headed man, puffed up on his own importance, interested only in
the pursuit of his own pleasure, his own gratification. He’d gambled away his
allowance within the first weeks of each quarter. What he hadn’t lost at cards,
he’d blown at the brothels.
    Had the earl taken the time to introduce his wife to the
pleasures of the marriage bed, had he awakened that secret passion in Olivia,
he would never have needed the mistresses and whores. He would not have shamed
and humiliated his wife. He would not have nearly ruined her by dying in a
dingy room in Cheapside atop an old whore so debauched and disease-riddled
she’d taken to plying her trade in dark alleys.
    Jack hadn’t expected to find Olivia at Idyllwild. But as he
watched her sleep, watched the sunlight drift over the riotous, sable curls
framing her face, he thanked providence for affording him the opportunity to
begin his campaign away from the prying eyes of Society.
    In one night he’d accomplished what would have taken him
weeks, months, hell the entire Season, in London.
    Jack intended to marry the Countess of