“Come away with me,” Blade whispered, his hand finding hers, their fingers lacing together in a gesture that felt as natural as it did familiar.
“Where to?” she asked softly.
His bright-blue eyes were warm with sensual intent. “Anywhere I can kiss my future wife.”
Oh, she liked the sound of that. Kissing him and the notion of her future as his wife both.
“You can kiss me everywhere,” she murmured as they collectively began easing away from Auntie Agatha and Lady Emilia.
“Everywhere?” he teased with a smirk that made heat slide through her. “Do not tempt me with a good time.”
Another few steps, and they had quietly extricated themselves from the yellow salon. Still holding hands, they made their way to the nearest chamber, which was blessedly empty. The door was scarcely even closed before Felicity threw herself into Blade’s arms.
This was where she belonged, in the arms of the man she loved, his wicked lips on hers.
