It was the way he looked when he lay down, the way he touched her, the way he made her feel when he said her name. She knew he loved her simply because of the way he looked at her.
Lady Catherine shivered when her husband's hands ran over her body. She gave a soft moan when his lips brushed under her ear and she ran her hand over his hardness, before sliding her hand into his pants and grasping him gently. Stroking him, she murmured, "Make love to me, Kitt. I need you."