She hugged her arms around Seph. “With the other girls.”
This surprised me. I thought after this evening she'd be reluctant to sleep anywhere without us, but then she had spent all the afternoon playing with Eli’s nieces.
“Can I have a hot chocolate?”
I could just about see the big eyes that she made whenever she was trying to get something she wasn't sure she'd be allowed to have.
“I'll bring you a hot chocolate when you're in bed and you’ve brushed your teeth. If you wake up in the night, you'll need to come to our room and not shout.” The bunk room was only two doors away from where we were staying, and Claire was on the other side. Given that her husband Killian ran his own security firm, I was pretty sure it was the safest room in the house and there would be a spare video monitor so I could check on her during the night.
I saw her eyes light up when we got closer to the Chateau, probably with thoughts of hot chocolate and giggles with the girls she’d been playing with. I was under no illusions that at some point during the night she would end up in bed with me, but at least I'd get a couple of hours alone time with the man who told my daughter that one day he was going to marry me. And he said it when he knew I was listening.
With the children in bed,and some of the couples making early nights of it, there were only a few of us left up, finishing off the wine from dinner time. Seph stayed by my side, his hand constantly touching me on my shoulder or back or on my thigh. We made our excuses just before midnight, heading to the bunk room first to check on Rose.
Surprisingly, she was fast asleep; the journey and the sun and the excitement must have tired her out. I didn't risk pressing a kiss on her forehead in case I woke her up; if she managed a full night in here it would be like all my Christmas presents had been delivered at once, because tonight I wanted some time alone with the man who was still standing by my side.
Back in our room, we got ready for bed like a well-oiled machine, stepping round each other, both going about our routines seamlessly, like this was what we'd always been doing. I stripped off the dress I’d thrown on for dinner, feeling Seph’s eyes on my back while I faced the darkened patio doors.
“Over the last few weeks, I wondered if I'd see you like this again.” His voice was husky and deep.
When I turned round to face him, wearing just my underwear, he was sitting in the wingback chair in the corner of the room, with just his boxer briefs on. Even with the dim light of the bedside lamps I could see that my almost nakedness had an effect on him.
“I'm lucky,” I said, stepping slowly towards him. “I never doubted that you would. I honestly thought that slowing things down was the right thing to do to protect Rose, but I never planned for that to be our ending.”
“Come here.” He gestured to his lap. “I don't ever want us to have an ending.”
I straddled him, my knees on either side of his thighs. I was thankful that the chair was wide enough to do this comfortably, as I could say exactly where this was going.
“From what you said to Rose before I kind of figured that.”
“Which bit?” His grin was far too smug.
“How you'd be my husband, and there was no denial of the babies thing; in fact, you encouraged her.” I felt heat build between my thighs, dampness there starting to accrue.
“Did I say anything wrong?” His hands left the sides of the chair and he placed them either side of my breasts.
My nipples started to harden, a response I knew he was aware of, his gaze dropping down to them. The slight lick of his lips made me want to clench my thighs. This. This was what I'd missed, along with everything else. I’d missed every part of him; his kindness, his quickness, and the way he knew exactly how to play my body to create the tune he was a master of.
“No, you said everything right.”
His thumbs brushed over my nipples, and I was pretty sure I was going to come right there. Seph was looking at me like I was the only meal he ever wanted to eat, and I was more than happy to keep it that way.
“So when I ask you to marry me, you'll say yes?”
He pinched my nipples, creating a bolt of electricity that went straight to my centre. “Yes.” There was no other answer.
“And babies, do you want my babies? Mine, specifically.”
I kept it simple again. “Yes.”
He slipped his hand down between my thighs and pushed my panties out of the way, dragging the tip of his finger from my entrance to my clit, circling it slowly.
“You’re drenched.” The way he whispered the words made them sound even more dirty. “All of this for me?”
I nodded, my ability to speak eroded by his ability to play with my tits and pussy at the same time, turning me into some speechless, wanton woman.
He pushed a finger into me, murmuring something about how tight I was, how he couldn't wait to fuck me, how he couldn't wait to come inside me. There was another finger, and somehow he got rid of my underwear, making me ride his hand while he watched himself finger me almost to orgasm, my tits bouncing as if they were wanting to perform for him.
“Get on my cock, Georgia.”
