My breath was too ragged and I tried to swallow past the knot that was forming in my throat. At that precise moment, he did something with his fingers and sucked on my bud. Incapable of words, I nodded, encouraging him.
I couldn’t speak, not when the only words trapped on the edge of my tongue were,Yes, please, I’ll marry you. I love you.My chest ached at that realization, a sharp contrast to the mind-numbing pleasure his efforts wrought. It was everything I’d never wanted. All I could do was clutch his hand tighter, give him the words I couldn’t say that way.
Too soon, I found myself at the edge of a cliff, much higher than the one I’d jumped from earlier. Kit beckoned me over with his lips, tongue, fingers, the scrape of his beard, and the gentle way his fingers tightened against mine, urging me to let go. It was all I needed to embrace the ecstasy of the fall into his arms.
Dimly, I was aware of being bundled into the bed and pressed along Kit’s side, but it took several moments for my sluggish thoughts to catch up.
He twirled a curl around and around on his finger with a quiet smile on his face. Even though it wasn’t the wide, broad thing from earlier, the entirety of it lived in his eyes.
He caught my gaze. “No, I thought I had a few more moments with languorous Davina.”
“You do,” I murmured, snuggling into the nook that had become mine in recent days.
“Good. You’re always moving, and I adore that, but it’s nice to study you like this too.”
“I don’t move in my sleep.”
“The bruises on my shins suggest otherwise.”
“I kicked you?” I pressed up on his chest to meet his teasing smirk.
“Worth it,” he whispered and pressed me back down. I found his free hand and traced the long fingers with my sleepy ones. The hand that brought me to peaks of ecstasy was the very same one that defended my honor. I pulled them to my lips, kissing each one.
Beneath me, Kit shifted and leaned down in what was surely an uncomfortable way to meet my lips for too brief a moment.
“Kit?”
He hummed.
“You’re a good man.”
I felt his single huff of laughter more than heard it. “I try.”
“It’s annoying, of course. But you are.”
“I know, imagine how annoying it is tobeme.” There was laughter in his voice.
“I’m not entirely certain how you live with yourself, day in and day out.”
“It is most inconvenient. But I’ve learned to distract myself by rescuing beautiful menaces.”
I pressed up on his chest, ignoring theoomphhe made. “You’re not allowed to rescue anyone but me.”
He pulled me down for a lingering kiss. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Besides, there are no menaces like you.”
And there are no grumpy solicitors like you. “Good. See that you don’t.”
“Every time I begin to forget you’re a lady, you say something like that in that haughty tone. I think you’ve ruined me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t think it’s entirely normal for one’s member to harden when a woman orders one about.”
I burst into giggles, and his joined mine. His face found my shoulder, hovering above him. “You should always harden when I order you about.”
“Yes, my lady. That shouldn’t be a problem,” he whispered between grinning lips.
“Only me though, no one else,” I insisted.
