She stared at him longingly. Sorrowfully too, because she felt sad of a sudden.
No, not sad. Sad described losing a snowball fight. Or leaving one’s book out in the rain.
Sorrow. Sorrow fit. It was reserved for death and tragedy and…
August rested a knee on the mattress, giving her a little jostle.
Meghan’s throat closed up.
When one was in the clouds, it was easier to live in the clouds and not see the ground below.
But she’d begun the descent, and her feet had grazed the earth enough.
August came down over her. He framed her between his arms.
She loved it here.
She truly did.
He lowered his mouth.
She wanted his kiss. She really did. She stared at his lips.
Another spasm moved over her heart.
“August?” she asked, just before he brushed his lips to hers.
He took that kiss anyway.
Sighing, she allowed it.
“Yes, Meghan?” he murmured, sucking on the shell of her ear.
She enjoyed that too.
She didn’t want it to end.
Tears threatened. “Did you do this with my sister?”
Chapter 16
Culross had known Meghan would eventually be the death of him.
Be it when her family caught up with him at some point in his life.
Be it the mutiny she would make of his ship.
A man didn’t ruin three innocent ladies and live to be an old, white-headed fellow.
It was very much beginning to look a lot like now. The cause of his expiration—this close to joining his body with hers, only to be barred just outside.
So close his cock throbbed against her damp curls, begging shamefully.Please. Let me in.
Culross buried his forehead against Meghan’s and fought the urge to groan.
He stilled.
Except brow to brow brought him nose to sweet freckled nose. Their lips were so close. Her breath all minty-sweet like a peppermint treat he wanted to keep in his mouth and suck all day whispered with his.
