Page 64 of Courting Scandal With The Duke
‘My goodness,’ she whispered. ‘Twice.’
He groaned softly. ‘Nearly didn’t. Was hard to wait. Too many days of wanting you. Too damn hot.’
She giggled.
‘It isn’t funny.’
Such a serious man. Even in this. ‘No, it is hilarious.’
‘Oh, God,’ he said, and chuckled.
She laughed.
They both dissolved into laughter, holding each other.
Gradually their laughter subsided.
For a moment she thought he had fallen asleep.
‘We must go,’ he said.
‘Yes.’
‘Would you—?’
As strange sort of joy filled her. ‘Yes.’
‘I mean, would you meet me here again? I need to make this right.’
‘I said yes, did I not?’
‘Oh. When?’
‘One afternoon next week. I will let you know which day.’
‘I do not know if I want to wait a whole week.’
Nor did she. She hadn’t known that such pleasure existed. Her first husband had been a disaster in bed. Too old. Too sick. Her second had certainly enjoyed himself, and she had wanted to please him. At first. But now she realised how selfish he’d been.
If only she had met Xavier first.
She sighed.
‘Having regrets?’ he asked, frowning.
‘Yes. I’m regretting we have to hurry back.’
‘But we must.’
He was his usual stern self, already standing up, tucking in his shirt and buttoning his falls.
He reached over and helped her off the bed.
She glanced in the mirror to pin up some stray tendrils of hair. Her lips were rosy from his kisses. Her gown a little crumpled. She smoothed the creases andturned to face him.
‘Ready?’ he asked.
‘Yes.’
