She opened and closed her mouth comically, but it didn’t matter. He’d wait a lifetime for her.
“You said people can’t fall in love after a fortnight,” she said, reminding him of his words when they had first begun their journey together.
“Whatever I said, didn’t apply to us,” he said, pressing their foreheads together. “It doesn’t matter the length of time I’ve known you. Nothing will change the fact that I am absolutely besotted with you.”
I love you, were on the tip of his tongue, but Hunt did not want to force them upon her. Perhaps it was madness, but it mattered not because they would be together.
“Oh, Hunt.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself closer to him. “Yes,” she whispered against his lips.
Hunt couldn’t fight the slow smile that spread across his mouth. It was like winning at cards, but far more rewarding. He kissed her hard, slanting his mouth over hers.
He couldn’t stop touching her. She said yes, and the fool that he was couldn’t be happier. Their tongues slid erotically against each other, as the carriage bounced from side to side, jostling her on his hardening length.
“Say it again,” he demanded, trailing kisses down her neck to the swell of her breasts.
She let out a throaty moan, one of her hands molding around his head. “Yes, I’ll marry you, but I have conditions.”
Hunt trailed his hand under the skirts of her dress to the opening of her drawers, finding her wet and ready for him.
“What conditions?” he asked, before twirling his tongue down her exposed cleavage. He suspected that they needed to have an important conversation, but he couldn’t pull himself away from her.
She said yes. The world righted, and suddenly years of searching, of trying to get approval from a father that never loved him, were insignificant.
He began slow, steady thrusts with two of his fingers as he waited patiently for her to answer his questions. Her head fell back, allowing him the perfect view down her dress. Her hips chased after his fingers as they retreated and then re-entered her.
“Tell me your conditions, hellion.” Wetness flooded his hand, and he couldn’t help the smile on his face at helping her find release.
She was gloriously responsive, and he would spend the rest of their lives discovering ways to show her pleasure. Huntnibbled at the exposed skin of her shoulders, her dress falling to reveal more of her.
“No…more drinking and gambling…” she rasped out, her head shaking, like she was trying to fight her own pleasure.
Removing his fingers, Hunt sat up, bringing Delia with him. “Of course,” he said seriously. “Anything else?” he asked, lifting her skirts higher.
“Yes, I get to call you magnificent any time I want.”
He cringed at her words.
She pointed to him. “And you don’t get to cringe.”
“Absolutely not, the wedding’s off.” He shook his head but was unable to hide the laughter in his voice. If she wanted to call him her royal subject, he’d accept it and bow at her feet.
“You’re too late. I’ve already said yes,” she teased, nipping at his jaw.
“You have.” He kissed her nose, playfully. “Would you like to tell me what happened with your mother to make you stop speaking to me all day?”
She leaned against him, as if she needed his strength.
Hunt waited patiently, wanting to be whatever she needed him to be.
“She may have said that she only became with child in order to secure my father.” She hung her head, like the words were still hurting her.
He cupped her cheek. “It doesn’t matter. You’re here, and I for one am grateful that you are.”
Delia graced him with the rarest of things, a wide smile that stole his very breath away. “Have you always been this charming?” she asked, rubbing her fingers through his growing beard.
He’d have to have his valet trim it when he returned to London. What Hunt believed was going to be a few hours’ trip was turning into the best journey of his entire life.
At least, one good thing came out of his fool of a cousin stealing his identity and running away with Delia’s sister.
