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She molded her body to his as much as she possibly could, well aware that their wet clothes kept them apart. She wanted to feel his skin on hers, touch him and explore him, but she didn’t want to have to wait until they were done talking to Frances and Elizabeth.

She pulled back from him.

“Don’t pull back now,” he begged.

“I’m not intending to pull back for long.” She pushed the carriage door open again. “Fancy following my orders for a change?”

EPILOGUE

Keith was already climbing into the carriage. He had been thinking of nothing but Celia since he had left, and many memories of Celia’s body entwined with had tormented him. The chance to relive such memories now was too much to refuse. Not only that, but the chance to touch her again, knowing she loved him, meant so much more.

Once she climbed into the carriage too, he shut the door and bolted it, then reached for her. She was already moving toward him, pulling off her pelisse and crawling into his lap. In his haste, he practically pushed the pelisse off her. It landed in a damp pile on the floor.

“Completely bare this time,” Celia whispered to him. “No shirt—nothing, Keith.”

“Well, I am following yer orders for a change, aren’t I?” he said, deepening his voice. The smile that spread across her lips was intoxicating.

“Then waistcoat and shirt… off.”

He gladly followed her orders, pulling the damp garments over his head and tossing them on the floor, where they joined her pelisse. She stood in the small space the carriage afforded and unlaced her gown, pushing it down around her ankles before she stepped out of it.

The rain had seeped into her corset and chemise, so the material stuck to her long legs and every curve of her body. Keith watched her, slack-jawed as his length hardened.

“I have missed this,” he whispered.

“You’ve been gone less than two days.”

“And ye haven’t missed it?” he asked as she crawled back into his lap, her lips finding his own.

She nipped his bottom lip, before taking it fully in her mouth and sucking on it in a way that made him rock-hard.

“I didn’t say that,” she whispered, pulling back. “Trousers, off.”

He reached down beneath her chemise and unfastened his trousers, watching as she unlaced her corset. When she struggled with it, he let go of his trousers to help her, but she leaned back.

“I thought it was your turn to obey?”

He practically growled at her words.

“See?” she whispered. “Maybe you just needed the right woman to make you obey.”

He pushed his trousers all the way down, kicking them off with his boots so that he sat naked on the bench. She dropped the corset and then lifted her chemise over her head, using it momentarily to hide her breasts from his view as she pressed her hips against his own, teasing him.

“Ah, Celia.” He moaned, his hands moving to her hips, wishing to feel more of her.

“Oh no.” She swatted his hands away. “You want to hold on to something? You hold on to the bench.”

He chuckled deeply, gripping the bench as she slid down.

“I love ye, lass,” he whispered.

She had had this effect on him from the very beginning, making him both wild and putty in her hands. He was beginning to wonder why they hadn’t reversed roles before.

She knelt between his legs and lowered her head to his crotch.

She knows this…

Entranced, he watched her as she pleasured him. At first, she was tentative, experimental, trying different things, but then she took him completely in her mouth.

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