Page 38 of Pursuing Lord Pascal
“Heaven?”
Her breath caught, and her eyes darkened. “I hope so, although I’m so afraid I’ll disappoint you. I’m sure…I’m sure you’re used to more skillful lovers.”
He couldn’t bear to see her crippling doubt creeping back. Catching the back of her neck, he drew her up for another hungry kiss. “I want you, Amy. Only you.”
“And I want you, Pascal.”
He’d waited an eon to hear her say that. He trailed a finger down her cheek, then followed the sensitive nerve down the side of her neck. She shivered in response. There was so much sensuality locked up inside her. He ached to set it free.
Tomorrow…
“You know, given our licentious plans, you should call me Gervaise.”
A soft smile curved her lips, and when his name emerged, it heated his blood like brandy. “Gervaise.”
This time his kiss was gentle, and when he drew away, she clung to his shoulders. He suspected her head was swimming. His balance didn’t feel too sturdy either. “Leave everything to me.”
“I will. I’ll see you tonight for dinner before the Lewis musicale.”
“And will you grant me both waltzes from now on?”
The radiant emotion faded from her lovely face, but it was enough that he’d seen it. She mightn’t be in love with him, but she hovered close. He’d wager his life on it. And Amy Mowbray’s love was a gift he didn’t take lightly.
“I’d like to give you every dance. But it’s not discreet.”
He bit back the retort that if she agreed to marry him, discretion could go to Hades. He’d brought her this far. Surely after sharing her body, she’d take that last step. “I can live with that. Hell, now you’ve said yes, I can live with anything.”
She leaned forward, and this time, she kissed him. Her boldness blasted heat through his veins. The time between now and consummation stretched wider than the Atlantic.
But by God, he had now.
He wrapped his arms around her and draped her across his lap. The brush of her hip across his swollen cock set stars exploding behind his eyes.
For one moment, she lay softly against him, then she drew back to regard him with heavy eyes. “Gervaise…”
He loved to hear his name on her lips. “Don’t look at me like that, or I won’t go.”
“If you stay, we’ll end up shocking Sally’s gardeners.”
He gave a huff of amusement and stole another kiss before he let her sit up. “I have arrangements to make.”
“And we’ll meet tonight.”
“If you look at me like that, everyone will know what’s in store.”
“I can’t help it. I feel like I’m about to take flight.”
Pascal kissed her hand again, not trusting himself to kiss her lips and retain the will to leave. And he intended to make everything perfect for her. That meant putting some thought into his plans and giving orders to his staff. “Tomorrow we’ll take to the sky. Will you walk me to the back gate? In this state, I don’t want to run into Sally or Meg.”
Amy glanced down at him and blushed. “What about your carriage?”
“The moment I got your note, I dashed over.”
“Not even time to harness your horses?”
“Not one second. And it’s only a ten-minute walk. That I did in five.”
He’d been hard put not to run, but while she was his mistress, not his wife, he intended to shield her name. She was the nextLady Pascal, even if she hadn’t yet admitted it. On their wedding day, he wanted her to hold her head high.
