“I love your eyes,” he said, pressing his arousal gently inside her.
Glynnis gasped.
“I love your nose, too,” he added, pushing forward inch by inch, stretching her slick channel.
She forgot to breathe, her body quivering while she clasped at his shoulders again as he gradually filled her.
“And your smile, I especially love how your upper lip bows and your lower lip curves.” Finally, he thrust.
Glynnis felt a pang, as if she’d set her little finger to the candle flame, and then the burning sensation ended. However, James remained motionless, his hard length fully sheathed.
“Good?” he asked, his tone husky.
“Yes,” she said. “I think so. What’s next?”
“I pleasure you and try to hang on until you’ve gained your release.”
With that, he drew back, an arousing sensation as her body tried to tug him back. Then he glided easily deep inside her again. While Glynnis thought he did all the work, rocking his hips, thrusting in and pulling back, she silently hung onto his shoulders and closed her eyes.
Her entire world had shrunk to that room in a comfortable inn somewhere between London and Brighton, and to one adorable man who was magically stimulating her body to the peak of release.
“Mm,”she moaned. It took a few minutes, but the heat between them and the way he filled her core and the movement of his manhood back and forth across her sensitive flesh — all of that conspired to make her delightfully light-headed. She gasped for breath, while her body clamored for something just out of reach.
“Please,” she begged, her heart pounding.
“I love you,” James stated softly, reaching between them to stroke her aching nubbin.
She wanted to reply at once, but her muscles tensed as the pressure between her hips built, and then — suddenly — she spent her pleasure, her hips rising over and over to meet him.
At last, she shuddered and stilled, feeling as if she were floating in a warm sea.
“I love you,” she whispered, opening her eyes in time to watch him close his own, arch his neck, and plunge into her as he found his own scorching release.
After he stilled, James lay his forehead down on her shoulder for a few moments before he rolled to the side, resting upon his back.
“Have mercy, sweet Lord,” he muttered. “I am the luckiest man alive.”
Glynnis giggled. “Being ruined was better than I imagined.”
“I don’t believe you can describe yourself asruined, my love, since we are going to marry.”
Her eyes pricked with tears, thinking of being his wife, and she sniffed.
“Did youaskme to marry you?”
He paused. “No, I don’t believe I did.” Sitting up, he looked down at her. “Glynnis Talbot, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” He trailed his finger tip down from her collarbone between her breasts, before resting his palm flat on her stomach. “I long to make you happy every day and to go to bed with you every night and pleasure you.”
“Every night?” she asked, needing to laugh with how much joy was filling her heart.
“And twice on Saturdays,” he added with a wink.
“Twice on any day would be fine.” But she wouldn’t risk him feeling deceived. She must tell him everything. “I have no dowry,” she confessed. “I didn’t mention that before, but I am firmly of the belief it is why I have been left upon the shelf.”
“It is ridiculous you should have felt inferior for even the space of a second,” he said. “On the other hand, those short-sighted men did me a good turn.Youare your own dowry, and worth every penny, too. From now on, instead of a shelf, you shall be upon a pedestal, Lady Hargrove.”
She shook her head, unable to take in that she had love and security, both at the same time. And all she had to do was be herself.
“Is it Saturday?” she asked, turning on her side and reaching out for her fiancé.
