He could feel everyone’s eyes on them, but he didn’t care.She was his now, and he was hers.
“Where are you going?”he whispered down at her.
She gazed up at him, her cheeks blooming red.“Shopping with my good friend, Lady Woodmere.”
“I’ll walk you out.”He led her out of the parlor to the front of the house, where Anderson stood dutifully by the door.“Anderson, take a reprieve.I’ll walk Her Grace to the carriage
“Very well, Your Grace.”The butler rushed off, leaving him and Florentia alone.
She was in his arms and against the wall in a blink of an eye.His mouth was on hers, greedy and hungry for her taste.It had been an hour since he’d had her, and he was starving for her.
“Hurry back, so I can feck you in that copper tub before the ball,” he rasped out against her lips, before trailing a path down to her neck.
“God, yes.I want it rough and hard.”She pulled him by the hair, guiding him back to her mouth.
He pressed against her, wanting to drag her back upstairs and have his wicked way with her.
“Are you fecking kidding me?”Declan shouted from the hall.“Ma’s waiting on ya.”
“Feck off.I’m coming,” Tavish said, as Florentia righted her skirts, ignoring his brother.He led her to the door and to the waiting carriage.“Hurry back.”
“I will,” she said before stepping inside, a smile on her face.
He rushed back in to find his brother still waiting in the hall.
“Are you fecking kidding me?Summerset’s widow?”Declan pointed out toward where the carriage was.
“She won’t be a widow long,” Tavish said over his shoulder as he walked toward the parlor.
“What?”His brother followed him.“You can’t marry her.”
Tavish turned to his brother, a grin on his lips.“Aye, I can, and I will,deartháir beag.”
“You just met her,” Declan reminded him, their ma, and Dutch, who were looking on with great interest.
“I knew it from the moment I saw you.You’re smitten, son,” his ma said, a wide smile on her face.
“Aye, like Da used to say, she’s myanam cara.”
His soulmate.
Tavish knew without a doubt that Florentia was meant to be his.
CHAPTER NINE
Florentia walked out of the modiste’s shop with a smile on her face.The sun was unusually bright as she and Charity stepped into the waiting carriage.Jake, the coachman, was facing away from her, as Thomas held the door open for them, refusing to look at Florentia.
She didn’t care.Nothing or no one was going to take away her happiness.
Florentia didn’t understand how she could be so happy, and satisfied.In her entire life, she’d never thought anything like the way she felt for Tavish O’Brien existed.
This feeling was for people like Lady Heartford or Pippa Price, not Florentia Vaughn, of all people.
She bit her lip as she settled in the carriage on the other side of Charity.
“That is your tenth smile since you arrived at Woodmere,” Charity said, peering at her strangely.
“Why are you counting my smiles?”Florentia challenged.
