Excerpt: A Holiday Code for Love
Book 7: Code Breaker Series
The Honorable Jack Bonnington gently steered his wife toward a narrow path in the woods. He had plans for a sensual detour before their meeting with Rathbourne, England’s Spy Master, who had summoned them for an urgent meeting.
Jack worried that he might be sent away from his bride to Dover. He didn’t want to be separated from Abbie. It was frightening how vital she had become to him in the scant two months of their marriage. Despite feasting on every luscious inch of Abbie this morning, he needed more. He had never before understood the power of obsession, never felt its ferocious pull until now.
“Jack, where are we going?” Abbie stopped and looked up at him. Her bright eyes were the same color as her sky blue pelisse.
Aware of the manner in which his bride dug her heels into the damp path, Jack pulled Abbie into his arms. He knew how to change his stubborn wife’s mind.
He brushed his lips over hers before coaxing her to open his mouth. The taste of Abbie sent his nerves humming his favorite melody.
“Don’t you want to visit our “special place” this morning?” The forester’s hut deep into the woods had become Jack’s favorite place since Abbie’s innocent seduction before their marriage. His Christmas present was to rebuild the dilapidated hut into a secret hide away from his rambunctious brothers and his father who resided with them.
“Jack, in case you haven’t noticed, it’s winter.”
Of course, he and Abbie had made great use of “their special place” during their daily summer journey between estates in St. John’s Woods on the outskirts of London. Not over the terror of Abbie’s kidnapping by a French spy, Jack escorted her every day to Rathbourne estate. He wasn’t sure if he would ever again allow his wife to make the fifteen minute walk with only Ford as her body guard. Her secret intelligence work put her at great risk. Jack swallowed the acid taste of fear at the thought of losing Abbie. And if he were assigned to Dover, who would protect his wife? Jack’s father had been devastated by the death of his wife which Jack had never understood until he married Abbie.
“Abbie, we have time.” With the imminent arrival of relatives and friends for their Christmas house party, he would have to share Abbie with all the demands of the season before departing for Dover. This was the first time he was pushing for an early morning winter rendezvous.
He pulled her hard against him and kissed her desperately at the thought of not being able to protect from any threat while away. Rathbourne Estate was heavily guarded but… The kiss heated instantly. Her tongue darted in and out to intertwine with his deepening the sensations zooming through his body.
When Jack palmed her breasts through her pelisse, Abbie threw back her head in abandonment. The expanse of her pale tender neck was too tempting to resist. He raked his tongue up the soft column and swirled it across her sensitive earlobe, nipping while fondling her breasts. Her nipples tightened through the heavy wool.
He tracked the patches of color moving across his wife’s cheeks and the little catches in her breath while he circled her tight nipples. His wife would soon be amenable to his plans. He longed for the summer months when he could pull Abbie’s gown down and taste. He hated her high-necked pelisse and dress obscuring her soft womanly flesh.
“Darling, let make take you to the hut. I want to make you happy again.”
Desire softened Abbie’s crystal blue eyes. “Jack, you’re incorrigible. You already made me happy this morning.”
Jack’s body hardened with the memory of her fingers digging into his shoulders as she screamed his name. “Oh wife, how soon you forget. I made you happy two times but I like to make you ecstatic one more time. A round number three.”
With his hands underneath her pelisse, Jack reached to unbutton the back of Abbie’s dress, knowing Abbie wasn’t paying attention to his activity.
“Three isn’t a round number.” He could easily distract Abbie, a mathematical genius, with any discussion of numbers even basic concepts. If he only could get her damn gown loosened.
