Page 20 of The Uprising
‘Good morning, Swifty, good to see you back. I missed seeing your smiling face around here.’
She was rewarded with his mischievous grin. It was a good day that had brought Swifty into their lives, and she would never forget how he had helped them escape Newgate Prison, and had proved such a support for them in the Tower of London.
‘I heard you thundering in; you’re quite the experienced rider these days. Where is your master? I saw him through the window, but he seems to have vanished.’
And then a pair of powerful arms encircled her from behind, and George spun her around to face him.
‘I was beginning to wonder whether you were a figment of my imagination, so have I longed to see you. I seem to be forever awaiting your return,’ she said.
‘I know, my love. And I’m sorry for that. I have missed you terribly. What a lovely surprise to see your face in the window at this early hour.’
‘I confess I had a sense you were on your way. I couldn’t settle last night, and dreams roused me. What a relief to see you here this morning.’
George passed his horse’s reins to one of the stable lads and they walked through the courtyard and up the backstairs into their apartment. He captured her hand, and she knew immediately that all was right between them again.
‘It’s still early; let’s steal a few precious hours alone before I must seek out the king and make my report. He will be keen to hear the latest news when he awakes.’
Cara had questions for George, but she could see he was weary and eager to be out of his grubby clothes after the long journey on horseback, so she steered him towards the bed, unbuttonedhis shirt and tenderly slid the sleeves off his wide shoulders and down his chiselled arms. She couldn’t resist smoothing her hands over his chest, and he raised his head and sought out her mouth with his lips. The kiss was soft at first, but became urgent, and he wound his hands through her long chestnut hair as if to claim her.
‘You must be exhausted, my lord, so I thought to help you into bed.’
‘That sounds like a perfect idea,’ he said, pulling her down onto his lap.
Cara could feel him stiffening beneath her and pressing against her flesh. A thrill of lust spiralled through her body and shook her. They’d not had the opportunity to be together during the past weeks. She had yearned for their physical union, and in his absence, fantasised about him touching her like this. His raw masculine scent inflamed her further.
‘It’s wonderful to be back in your arms,’ she said, then scattered featherlight kisses across his chest and neck, until he shivered with desire.
‘Are you cold, my lord?’
‘On the contrary, I’m hot, extremely hot and hard you temptress.’
Cara giggled, and her love for her husband overcame the recent jealousy and insecurity that had clouded her thoughts and hijacked her peace of mind.
Tudorville Cara’s consciousness blended with modern Cara’s, and she knew the truth: theirs was true love, and whatever challenges presented themselves, and no matter what either of them did, they would always love each other. Their love was eternal and unconditional, and now she felt it more strongly than ever.
They would be living their lives five-hundred-years into the future, even at this very moment.
Cara was ever wary of the dangers of ruining their hard-won perfect future. They’d been through so much to be together; she couldn’t bear it if they lost each other again.
Her heart was aglow with love for him.
George tugged Cara’s dress over her head and captured one of her nipples and licked the erect, pink bud with his warm tongue. And then he moved his attention to the other.
Cara groaned. ‘You tease me so, I can barely wait for you to take me. It’s been too long.’
He reached out to tilt her face toward his and searched her eyes.
‘It has been far too long. You were angry with me when I left, and it’s stayed with me all the time I was away. I hate to disappoint you, it hurts me as much as it hurts you.’
Sorrow was etched into her features.
‘Whenever we are at odds, I feel it so deeply.’
She pulled away from him slightly and studied his face. ‘I adore you no matter what you have done, or who you have been with, but at some point, we will need to discuss it, or how will we ever put it behind us?’
George pulled her against him and crushed her lips, and she hungrily returned his kiss. Reality and conscious thought slipped away from them both as the fire that raged between their bodies consumed them.
‘Let’s focus on this,’ he said.
