I leaned into him and whispered, “So stay dark, my handsomeman.I’ll take you precisely as you come.”
I sat back, clinked my glass against his, and drank.
He didn’t drink.
He took my flute after I took my sip and set it beside hisown, which was already on the table.
Then he pulled me into his arms, my ass barely still on myseat, my chest plastered to his, and he laid a wet, heavy, scrumptious kiss onme.
He released my mouth but not my body.
I swam up from the kiss.
“I’m falling in love with you,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“Good, because the same is happening to me,” I repliedbreathily.
He smiled, a small, happy,beautifulsmile.
I wasn’t sure I gave as good as I got, but I tried.
“Remington, my chap.”
We both turned our heads.
At a table a few feet away, a man with a bald pate, bushywhite hair at the sides, and even bushier mutton-chop sideburns was smiling atus.
“Here’s to your good fortune, sir,” he said, raising a glassof red wine our way.
“Yes, hearhear,” the woman withhim agreed, rising from her seat.
The man followed her as we heard another “hearhear.”
And then more.
And more.
Everyone rose and raised their glass to the Marquess ofRemington and his bride.
So…freaking…cool.
“Is this…uh,normal?”I asked under my breath.
“They don’t know what I did, but they do know it was offeredthe highest decoration from the king when I served in his army,” he answeredlow.“And that decoration is rewarded very rarely, so they can assume it wassomething.”
Well then.
Since itwassomething, that most certainlyexplained it.
I smiled at the room, all on their feet, raising theirglasses to my man.
And I did it huge.
“And I believe it’s safe to say,” he went on in a drawl,“they agree with me that your gown is quite remarkable.”
Oh my gods!
He was just…plain…awesome!
