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And they had just been rolling around on the floor, laughing. And kissing.
“Right,” he murmured, then sighed. All he wanted to do now was gather her in his arms and remind themselves that they were both safe. Instead, he needed to get started on building their future. He offered her his arm. “Join me?”
Kit’s smile was tired, but she slipped her hand through his. “Always.”
Chapter 24
Kit waswet before Thorne even rolled between her legs, and she hummed slightly in pleasure, eyes still not open.
“Wake up, love,” he murmured, kissing her jaw. “I need ye to open yer eyes.”
“Why?” she whispered, arms snaking around his delightful nakedness as she blinked against the mid-morning sunshine. “You’re doing perfectly fine without me.”
His hips rocked forward and she opened her legs, the tip of his cock probing at her entrance.
Thorne’s grin was wicked as he lowered those lips to the skin of her throat, then her shoulder. “I want ye awake to enjoy this.”
“Yes please,” she gasped as he thrust forward, filling her.
Completing her.
Their love-making was slow and sensual, no thought to the events of last night or what may come later. There was onlynow yes oh yes please God right there now.
When Kit’s pleasure crashed over her, she stiffened, tightening her hold on Thorne, as if she could hold him to herforever. Her orgasm triggered his, and he spilled inside her with a gasp.
It was only when she opened her eyes that she realized he was staring down at her. Her body was still humming, and the intensity of the experience—she’d been sleeping only minutes ago—surprised her. That, and the look of suchlovein Thorne’s gaze…with an amazed gulp, tears sprang to her eyes.
Thornewas the romantic one, not her. But here and now, Kit was feeling very fragile, very gentle.
His lips curled. “I love ye,” he whispered, still buried inside her. “I love ye, Kit.”
Kit’s hand shook as she untangled it from his backside and dragged her fingers along his arm, up to his neck. “And I love you, Thorne.” Her fingers cupped the back of his neck. “Can you wake me like this every morning?” she murmured, pulling his lips down to hers.
A look of intensejoyflashed across his face as he claimed her, and she remembered all those weeks ago, when he confessed to what he wanted in a marriage. In a wife.
But they weren’t married.
You’re the Countess of Bonkinbone now, cousin of the Duchess of Lickwick. You’re not illegitimate. You’re worthy of being the Duke of Stroken’s wife.
If only she hadn’t been so angry yesterday, sodumb, that she’d chosen to appear in public in men’s evening wear!
Now, regardless of what rumors leaked out about her prior relationship with Thorne, Society would see her as a dangerous deviant.
Wouldn’t they?
“What is it, love?” Thorne asked as he rolled them both to one side.
She sighed, pressing her forehead against his shoulder. “Just…regrets.”
“No’ about us, I hope?”
Kit smiled sadly and brushed her lips against his skin. “Never.”Never. “And I’m hungry.”
Chuckling, Thorne pushed himself upright. “Such a romantic. Come along, lover, let us break our fast and face the gossip columns.”
Today Kit chose to wear a simple gown, and turned her back to Thorne for help as he finished tying his neckcloth.
“What are these?” he grumbled after a few moments. “The world’s tiniest buttons?”
