“Are you sure?”he teased.“It usually takes three or morebefore you seem replete, and tonight I only gave you two.”
Her eyes rolled to his headboard, and she mumbled.“Ugh.Smug.”
Loren laughed.
Her eyes came back to him, and she watched as if enthralled.
It was safe to say his betrothed found his humor of far moreinterest even than a gilded statue of aKorwahkiangod.
Loren gazed at her, her golden hair all over his pillow, herexpression now content and serene, her lips bruised from his kisses and gorgingon his cock.
So enamored was he in looking at her, he started when herhand came to his face, her thumb sweeping his cheek.
“What are you thinking?”she asked softly.
“That you’re beautiful,” he told her.
Her expression melted to one of such exquisiteness, if shehadn’t already undone him, it would be his undoing.
“You make it worth it,” she whispered.
“What?”
“All of it.All that happened, all that’s to come.All Ilost and never will have again.You make it worth it, and it may seem crazy,but you do it in a way I know you always will.”
Fucking hell.
He groaned before he took her mouth.
They embraced for some time before he felt her satiety shiftto somnolence.Only then did he move to extinguish the lamps, then tuck herclose to him, his body curved into the back of hers under the covers.
He endeavored to time it well, when her sleepiness sappedher craftiness, before he asked after something he’d seen that afternoon whenthey’d arrived home from the museum.
“What does Carling touching the side of his nose, and youreturning that gesture, mean?”
Her relaxed body grew tight in his arms.
He grinned into her hair.
She was appalling at subterfuge.
Carling was worse.
Both, however, were to Loren’s favor.
“Nothing,” she lied.
“Whatever it is you two are cooking up, my dearest heart,take note that I’d prefer to know beforehand, should I need to wade in andrescue you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied again.
“It is my father’s birthday in but weeks, and I have notmissed how you’ve grown fond of him.”He gave her a squeeze.“He is a man whohas much, so he doesn’t need more, except he does very much enjoy the companyof people he cares about.”
“Right,” she whispered.
“So you don’t have to murder a party for him.However, ifyou plan one as a surprise, I can assist with that.”
Her voice sounded curiously strangled when she responded,“I’ll bear that in mind.”
