“She loves you, so she will say yes.”
“Thank you, Dev. For everything.”
He said goodnight and then retired himself. But he couldn’t rest. He needed to see her. Warwick left his old room and headed for Somer’s. Opening the door, Warwick entered before closing it softly behind him. The fire glowed in the grate, showing him she lay on her side watching him walk toward her.
“I thought you would be sleeping. Somer said you were.”
“I was not asleep, but I wanted them to go home to their husbands.” She pushed herself upright, resting against the headboard.
Her nightdress was white and came to her neck, the sleeves long. Her hair hung loose, long and thick around her shoulders.
“I love you,” he whispered.
She held out a hand to him. Taking it, he let her pull him onto the bed beside her.
“I have loved you my entire life, Warwick Sinclair. But this love I have for you now is so much more. It lights me from the inside. It makes me long to see you when you are not near. It fills my chest and I feel as I never have before.”
“Thank God.”
She rose to her knees to face him.
“Marry me?”
Her answer was to cup his cheeks. She then leaned in to kiss him. They’d kissed before, recently, but this was more than those. Slow and soft, he took her lips in a deep, searching kiss.
“I believe that was my line.”
She giggled.
He knew this woman. What she loved to eat and games she liked to play. He knew her favorite color was blue and that she did not like to read anything sad. Now he also knew what she tasted like. The feel of her breasts pressed to his chest and the way she sighed into his mouth when he ran a hand down her spine.
“Marry me, Lady Samantha?”
“Yes. Oh yes, I will. Now or tomorrow. I don’t mind which one of those.”
This time he cupped her face, his eyes running over every inch of her.
“I know you, and yet I feel as if everything between us is now new.”
“Does that mean you will no longer torment me?”
“I don’t know about that.”
Her giggle turned to a sigh as he pushed aside her hair and placed a kiss on her neck.
“I love your scent.”
“I think you said once I smelled like I’d fallen in a rose bush.”
“I lied. Forgive me?”
“Only if you kiss me.”
“I can do that,” he whispered.
The kiss was meant to be sweet and soft, but it changed again. His body grew hard and tight in seconds. Her arms circled his neck, and he felt the pounding of blood roaring through his body.
“We have to stop, Samantha.”
