Page 222 of Storm of Bells
We started to move instinctively, our breathsspeeding up. Slightly trembling, my hand reached out, groping forthe nightstand. Finding a knob—and not the one belonging to myhusband, unfortunately—I grabbed the drawer and pulled it open.Inside, my searching fingers found what they were looking for.
Hesitantly, they reached for thecontraceptive.
Hesitantly?
I squeezed my eyes shut. Why the heck was Ihesitating? I needed this! If I didn’t use it, I would…I would—
My thoughts where abruptly cut short as Ifelt a confident touch on my hand. Eyes flying open, I looked frommy hand to Mr Ambrose and back. His hand had closed around mineholding the glove finger. Instinctively, my fingers clenchedprotectively around the thing.
Mr Ambrose cocked his head, and gazed deepinto my eyes. A wordless question.
I swallowed hard. Tentatively, my fingersopened and turned. The glove finger fluttered to the ground,discarded. A wordless answer.
Crap, crap, crap! Lilly, are you mad? Areyou completely and utterly bonkers?
Bending down, Mr Ambrose guided my now emptyhand to his lips and kissed my palm. ‘I love you.’
I swallowed.
‘I love you too.’
Bloody hell! Lilly, are you smiling? Why thehell are you feeling so bloody happy right now?
My right hand didn’t remain empty for long.The brand of the kiss still burning on my palm, Mr Ambrose’sfingers intertwined with mine. Soon, our left hands joined as well,and he pulled me close, until there wasn’t even a breath of airbetween us. I felt his hard muscles press into me, and his heartpound against me.
Lowering his head, Mr Rikkard Ambrose took mymouth in another ferocious kiss. ‘I love you!’
One corner of my mouth twitched into a smile.‘Repeating yourself, Mr Ambrose? What an outrageously superfluoususe of words!’
Dark, sea-coloured eyes bored into me. ‘Notwhen applied to you.’
The words acted like the fuse of a bomb,suddenly lit. Tightening my hold, I rolled the both of us over and,bending down, returned his kiss with a fiery passion hot enough tomelt an iceberg. And indeed, it did. Beneath me, the iceberg namedRikkard Ambrose melted right into the bed. My grin widened intriumph.
‘M-miss Linton!’
‘My, my, Sir. Is your memory thisshort-lived?’ I stared at him, eyes burning. ‘The name is MrsAmbrose.’
Our eyes met and held. ‘Mrs Ambrose?’
‘Yes, Sir?’
‘Y-you…’
I wiggled. To my thorough enjoyment, I hadthe rare pleasure of seeing a facial expression on the face of MrRikkard Ambrose. Wonders never cease.
Bending down, I pressed a gentle kiss on hischeek.
‘I love you, too.’
His hand shot up, grabbing my hair. Almostpainful. Definitely wonderful. He pulled me down until his eyeswere boring straight into mine. ‘Forever?’
Grabbing hold of him just as tightly as hehad gotten hold of me, I made up my mind to never let go.
‘Forever!’
***
Warmth. Soft, comfortable warmth. Hummingcontentedly to myself, I snuggled deeper into the pillows. Thisfelt so snug. So wonderful.
