Page 56 of Her Daring Earl
“I would like that,” she said softly.
“Good.”
She reached a hand toward him and slowly trailed her fingers down his face. “What if I think I would feel better if we were to… enjoy one another and our wedding night?”
His face lit up so intensely that she was nearly blinded. “I think that’s a wonderful idea!” He paused. “But only if you feel up to it. And if you would like to stop at any time, that is completely understandable.”
She nodded. “I will tell you if I do.”
“Thank you.”
She leaned in, making the first move.
His words of assurance warmed her heart, filling her with a sense of trust and security that she would never have expected to come from Fitz. It gave her the confidence to meet his lips in what began as a soft, hesitant kiss.
His returning tender touch sent a rush of warmth through her veins, and it was like a spark had been lit and began running along a line of gunpowder to her center, where it exploded in a need for him that overwhelmed all of her other sensations.
His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer in a deeper embrace as his hands ran gently down her back, sending shivers cascading through her body.
Eliza's mind was awash with a whirlwind of emotions – desire, longing, and a newfound sense of belonging.
They had been together before, but now, joining as husband and wife seemed to hold an entirely new meaning. Every brush of his fingertips against her skin, as he did away with the nightgown that had been designed to easily fall off of her, felt like a revelation, awakening previously hidden sensations.
His kiss was the only place they were currently joined, but he seemed to be interested in changing that as he swept his hand down over the sensitive seam between her legs.
“Are you ready?” he asked, and she nodded against him, returning her lips to his, finding comfort and safety there.
He notched himself against her before slowly easing in, finding home. Her head fell back as she gave in to the sensations coursing through her, and with every subsequent thrust she moaned as she gave herself over to him completely, allowing vulnerability to wash over her.
His thumb circled her nub of nerves as he continued his thrusts, until she unraveled around him, letting herself go, the pulsing waves reminding her of how much she had missed this – missedhim.
She knew that to give herself to him like this was to open herself up to heartbreak, but he had promised that he would not stray and would remain in her bed and her bed alone. She would have to trust him in that, just as he had eventually trusted her with this baby they had created together.
Even so, she knew that she would have to be careful. She had to shield her heart.
For if she didn’t, she could lose everything.
Fitz couldn’t subduethe bounce in his step the next morning after leaving Eliza sleeping in bed to begin his day.
“There’s the married man,” Levi said from the corners of the study when Fitz entered, as he always did, to see to the news of the day before he broke his fast.
“Why are you lurking there in the shadows?” Fitz asked.
“I feel at home here,” Levi answered drolly.”
“Of course you do,” Fitz said with a shrug. Nothing was going to affect him today. He was on top of the world. “Well, what has you hiding in here waiting for me this morning?”
“Siena and I felt it was time for us to return home now that you and Eliza are so… happily married.”
“We are married,” Fitz said before shrugging quickly. “And I believe that we are happy.”
“That’s an odd way of phrasing it.”
“After last night, Idobelieve that we are happy. Or, at least, we can be.”
“So, you are saying your wedding night went well.”
“That it did, Levi, that it did,” he said with a sigh, taking his seat and leaning back until his feet were high enough to place on the desk, staring at his friend through steepled fingers.He hardly even noticed Levi’s scars anymore, he was so used to them, but he knew they must still pain him. It seemed that Siena’s presence in his friend’s life had helped ease some of his previous uneasiness about them.
