Page 50 of Lady, Behave
“Do. Come.” He waggled his fingers at her.
She went to stand before him but could not meet his gaze.
“I love you.”
She caught the sob that rose in her throat.
“You love me, too.”
She let out the cry that erupted from her. “Very much!”
He took up her hand and put her fingertips to his lips. His breath was warm, his word warmer. “I doubt he had the courage to take you.”
“I agree.”
He took one of her fingertips between his teeth and held. “I doubt he had the strength to force you.”
“He had the strength to pick me up and take me away in his father’s carriage.”
Gyles hummed his agreement. But then he took another finger of hers and laved it with his tongue. His little caress soothed her down to her core. “From what Grey told me of his altercation with the man before he left the house, the little fellow had his coachman and a footman help him.”
“The cur!” She fisted both hands, but the one Gyles held was graced with a nip to yet a third fingertip.
“If you see no ruin to the clothes you wore yesterday, and you feel no discomfort in your body, then, my darling, you are well.”
She met his mellow brown gaze with the hope he was correct. “I will die if I’m not.”
“Oh, Addy.” He reached up and dropped a trail of kisses from her fingers to her wrist up to her elbow.
She swayed toward him.
Catching her, he wrapped his arms around her to bring her close. “Please don’t die, my sweet. I want you with me for years and years.”
She splayed her fingers into the wealth of his soft auburn hair. “I’d like that.”
“Then allow me, my darling, to prove to you that you are my honored wife.”
She cupped his nape and bent to kiss him.
He took her to him and set her over his legs, hers to each side of his. Then with the arch of a wicked red brow, he locked his eyes on hers and raised the negligee over her legs. With his hands spread wide upon her thighs, he met her gaze frankly. “You have no memory of his hands on you.”
She shook her head.
He caressed her inner thighs. “And no memory of his reassembling his clothes.”
“No.”
He raised her skirts higher and the night air cooled her exposed intimate flesh. “You recall no attempt by him to touch you.” He trailed a finger down her seam.
She grabbed her breath. “No.”
“Not here?” He opened her wide with the fingers of one hand. And with fingers of the other, found the nubbin he had loved with his tongue nights before.
Her eyes fell closed. “No. Not there. Only you.”
He sank two hot fingers inside her core.
“Only you,” she breathed, arching back to take more of him.
