After many minutes, he lifted his head. “I can’t believe anyone would object to that,” he said, before brushing his lips across the soft skin of her neck. “Not even the Fox.”
Then he kissed her again, and this time, he slid his tongue into her mouth. He felt her shiver in his arms, and his own body answered with a surge of heat to his loins.
Would she make him wait until their wedding night?If he could figure out a way to get her alone, he would gladly risk her family’s wrath, as she’d put it.
When he drew back a second time, she smiled up at him. “They might object to that,” she said.
“That last kiss? Because we stroked our tongues?”
“No, I meant your improperly wicked thoughts. That wouldn’t be at all acceptable.” She sighed, and he held her more tightly, letting his hands roam down to squeeze her round bottom. She gasped.
“How do you know what I was thinking?” he asked, squeezing her soft flesh again.
“I can feel it,” she told him, tilting her hips forward. “And I am every bit as aroused.”
He groaned. “How will we manage the long wait?”
“I am the granddaughter of the Fox,” she said. “Our rooms are on the same floor.”
“And I can pick a lock, my lady,” he offered.
“You wouldn’t have to, my lord. I sleep with the door unlocked,” she said, then added, “and my pistol under my pillow.”
“Hm,I think you can dispense with that custom. At least for tonight.”
“And when we’re married?” She stood on tiptoe and, after tugging on his cravat to bring him closer, returned the kiss to his neck.
“When we’re married, I shall protect you, but I’ll also lock our bedroom door.”
“I will probably still keep my weapon,” she said, then touched her tongue to his skin, making him shiver.
“Then I will remember your prowess with the pistol and behave in such a perfect husbandly fashion you shall never think of drawing it upon me.”
“Fair enough. Yet tonight, I shall come to your room. I know which boards creek and what time my father retires. Also, if we’re discovered, he probably won’t challenge you to a duel if I confess how I stole into your chamber, unable to help myself.”
“Good thinking,” he agreed, already counting the minutes until she arrived in his bedchamber despite having hours to go before they retired. “And are you?”
“Am I?” she questioned, then pressed her lips to his.
He nibbled on her lower lip for a few moments before he looked her in the eyes.
“Are you unable to help yourself? For I swear, I am entirely under your spell. I love you, Serena, and I shall attempt to make you happy for the rest of my days.”
In answer, she drew his head down to hers, ready to kiss him soundly once again, when she felt a wet warmth across her feet.
