“Good.” She quickened her step, pulling him toward their bedchamber. “Then you are ready for me.”
Chapter 15
Dover, England
Clear River Run
December 25, 1811
Giles reached for Juliet and pulled her into his arms as he opened his eyes. “Merry Christmas, darling,” he said.
Her eyes opened slowly in a flitter of lashes before her gaze met his. “Is it morning already,” she asked, her voice heavy with sleep.
“Indeed, it is.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Though I will not object if you wish to remain in bed.”
She grinned and stretched before settling back against him. “I fear our guests will demand our presence.” She rolled away from him.
Giles caught her around the waist and drew her back to him. “They can wait for a while.” He pressed his erection against her hip. “But I fear I cannot.”
“Did you not get enough of me last night?” She asked, her gaze moving to the remnants of the bow she had wrapped herself in before bed.
“I shall never get enough of you. Have you not reached that conclusion yet?”
She giggled. “I have, as luck would have it, I will never get enough of you either.”
Giles moved over her, settling between her thighs. He captured her lips as he buried his cock in her damp quim. She was always wet for him, and it was one of the many, many things he loved about her.
Today would be the day he told her of his true feelings.
The thought excited him as much as being joined with her did, and he kissed her more deeply as he thrust in and out of her.
His wife was an angel, and he knew he did not deserve her. But fate had smiled on him and delivered her into his arms. She was a gift he would never take for granted.
He kissed her neck before capturing her nipple and suckling the hard bud. Her cry of desire drove him on as he pulled his cock out and pushed back in, filling her completely.
Juliet wrapped her legs around his hips, angling herself so that he drove deeper. She met him thrust-for-thrust, her eyes glazed with passion and moans filling their chamber.
Her inner muscles contracted, squeezing his cock as she screamed his name, her release washing through her.
Giles thrust a few more times, then spilled into her in an explosion of ecstasy.
Body sated, he rolled them, until she came to rest on top of him, his cock still nestled in her warmth. She lay against his chest, their hearts beating together as their labored breaths filled the bedchamber.
Giles stroked his hand over her hair as he held her. She was more than he had ever dared to dream of. More than he had any right to hold. With his heart full to bursting, he kissed the top of her head, then said, “I have something for you.”
“You have already given me so much.” She pressed her lips to his collarbone.
He lifted her from him and eased her onto the bed next to him. “You deserve more. You are worthy of everything,” he said as he rose from the bed.
“Nonsense,” she said as she watched him traverse the room.
He pulled an elongated white box from his drawer, then returned to the bed. “Whether or not you want it, this belongs to you.” He held the box out.
Juliet sat up and accepted the parcel from him. After studying it with curiosity, she turned her blue eyes on him. “What is it?”
“Open it and find out,” he challenged. Giles held his breath as she pried the lid off. His pulse sped as she plucked the key from the box, then turned her attention back to him.
“What does it unlock?” She worried her lower lip as she awaited his reply.
