Giving him a quelling glance, she stuck out her tongue and pulled it back into her mouth.
He chuckled. “Ah, yes. I learned some tricks since we last made love all those years ago,” he admitted. “I was hoping to use them again. On you,” he added in a whisper.
“Oh? Does that mean... does that mean you’re staying?”
“Is that an invitation?”
She nodded. “For as long as you’d like.”
Thomas considered her words for a few moments before he said, “That could be several years,” he warned. “Now that I have so much to live for.”
“Several years means we may become a scandal,” she reasoned, her eyes widening with mirth.
“Not if we finally get married,” he countered.
She gave a start. “Are you proposing?”
He scoffed. “I already did. Twenty-five years ago.”
Giggling, Katherine lowered herself until she leaned over his chest and kissed him. “Well, I’m not letting you get away this time,” she warned.
He returned the kiss and soon had her flat on her back, her gasps and titters urging him to continue what he had started earlier that morning.
If he was going to die, he was going to do so while he was buried inside her, experiencing an earth-shattering orgasm.
And not a moment before.
