Page 125 of Rakes & Reticules
“Oh Fitz,” she cried out, her body arching as he clung to her, ensuring she didn’t fall.
Releasing her, Fitz stood, taking her in his arms. He lifted her off the ground, his mouth capturing hers hungrily. Carrying her to the bed, he laid her down gently, careful not to place his full weight on her smaller body.
Her hands trailed down his back, cupping his buttocks.
“You minx,” he groaned, forcing himself away from her.
He could no longer wait; he had to be inside of her.
Standing at the side of the bed, Fitz removed his boots and breeches. His member was hard, straining against his abdomen.
Her eyes roamed his body greedily, and he couldn’t help the smug quirk of his lips.
“Are you going to stand there all bloody night, or are you going to make me yours?” she asked him, arranging herself against the pillows.
Joining her on the bed, he pulled her toward him, his mouth hovering over hers. “I love you, Patience Grant. I never stopped loving you, and I never will. Please do me the honor of becoming my wife,” he asked, overcome with emotion.
“Yes. I love you too, now and always, Just Fitz. Even if your timing is a little strange,” she teased him, pressing her lips to his.
He kissed her so happy in that moment. Lining his hard cock against her wet sex, his body quivering in need, he thrusted gently. Fitz nudged at her sex, feeling the hot, wet sheath, grip him.
A groan left his body as he moved in and out, her hands roaming over his body. Fitz lifted one of her legs, needing to go deeper.
“Fitz! Dammit!” she cursed, as he increased his speed.
“The things your mouth does to me. Every time you curse, it drives me insane.” He kissed her, hands roaming her body, tweaking a pert nipple with his fingers.
His body began vibrating, the precipice of euphoria out of his reach. Sitting up, Fitz increased his speed. His hand went to the dark curls of her sex, playing with her nub of pleasure.
“Yes!” she cried out.
Fitz could feel his own orgasm building, but he wouldn’t reach completion before her. She reached for him, pulling him down on top of her.
“I’ll crush you.” He tried to protest, but she pulled him down to her.
“I don’t bloody care.” She took his lips in a controlling kiss, her hands pulling at his head.
Good Lord, did he love this woman.
“Fitz!” she cried out his name, as her body shook, her hips thrusting to meet his.
He followed her, as he would always do. Hope of a different kind filled him, and he couldn’t help but wish one day she would be round with his child.
There would be plenty of time for that. First, Fitz needed to build his wife a school.
Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her slowly, enjoying the feel of her naked body against his.
“You’re mine now. I will never allow anything or anyone to ever come between us again,” he whispered against her lips.
Her hand trailed down his abdomen, awakening his hunger again. “Good, because I’m yours forever.”
“Forever.”
EPILOGUE
Three Years later
Patience stood at the head of the small classroom, looking at the ten young women who were astutely concentrating on the ten questions on the chalkboard. They were in one of two newly constructed buildings at Worthington Abbey, Fitz’s ancestral home.
