Helena nodded in relief. “Yes, that’s a good idea. We cannot decide on our own.”
“No. That would be foolish.”
Their gazes met and held. Helena smiled. “I suppose your days of doing foolish things are behind you.”
Silas huffed, shaking his head. “I regret telling you that story very much.”
Helena laughed. “It was very sweet of you to rescue him like that. Sweet and quick witted.”
He leaned close, pressing his mouth to hers. “I don’t want to talk anymore. There are far more interesting things to do with our time.”
She leaned her head back, so their lips were even closer, “Oh? Like what?” she whispered against his mouth.
“Like ravishing my wife,” he said and kissed her.
His tongue flicked out, seeking entry, and her entire body softened, letting him in. As he kissed her frantically, his hands on her shoulders pulled down her shift so it pooled against her elbows, exposing her breasts.
He gasped, looking down at them as if he’d never seen them before. Then his mouth latched on her right breast, suckling hard as he pushed her back against the pillows.
She spread her legs wide as he nestled between them, his hands working to push her shift up and out of the way.
With a moan and a grunt, he pushed into her, immediately beginning to thrust hard and long, his hips working even as his mouth laved at her breast. She panted, gripping his hair tightly as he possessed all of her.
“Silas,” she groaned, eyes closed as her body shuddered to completion beneath him.
“Mmmm,” he murmured in satisfaction.
His hips jerked as he pushed her legs up, supporting them on his shoulders as he braced himself with his hands.
Eyes closed, he let himself go, pumping into her with abandon as she moaned in encouragement.
Her cries grew louder as her body contracted around his, a second orgasm bearing down on her as he felt his own body explode, his climax pouring into her as he shook and shuddered, lost in pleasure.
“Yes,” he whispered as he collapsed atop her, feeling boneless and at peace.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Prepare yourself, Helena! I’ve come to duel for the last lemon tart!”
Silas could hear Helena laughing as Amelia thundered up and down the corridor, screaming with joy. It wasn’t very ladylike, but no one was around who would mind. He certainly didn’t.
He could not remember the last time the castle felt so alive. So happy.
He could not believe he had to sit in his office going through the papers on his desk and working while his family enjoyed themselves without him. If it wasn’t the Porter case, he would have abandoned the work and gone to join them.
But time was running out and they had yet to locate the diadem.
Suddenly, things went very quiet in the corridor, and he frowned, listening keenly.
It was a tense kind of silence.
He got to his feet and went to the door, peering out into the corridor curiously.
His eyebrow went up at the sight that met his eyes.
Helena and Amelia were standing side by side, arms linked, as if forming a barricade. The sort one might use to hold back a flood. The person they were blocking stood out of Silas’s sight, so he stepped out of his office and made his way toward them, curiosity prickling at his senses.
“Ladies,” he said, and Amelia whirled around, her eyes wide, perturbed.
