Page 124 of Rakes & Reticules
His cock jerked in his breeches, and he wanted nothing more but to take her right then and there.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, waiting with bated breath.
He would wait for her to be his wife for another five years if that was what she wanted.
She opened her eyes, capturing him in her lust-filled gaze. Brown eyes so dark they were nearly black met his, and it was then that Fitz knew time meant nothing, that she would always be the one for him.
A small delicate glove-covered hand rested on the unfashionable growth of whiskers on his cheek. “Yes, I’m sure, Fitz. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”
Triumph soared through his body, and suddenly he felt that he could do anything, like run back to London, shouting that she was his again.
“Good.” He kissed her, greedily wanting to take her up to his rooms so that he could ravish her properly.
He wanted her to know that from the moment they met five years ago she had swept him away completely, stealing his heart and soul. Ruining him forever.
Removing her from his lap, he gave her a moment to repair herself before he draped his tailcoat around her shoulders.
Holding out his hand, he waited, with ragged breath, and then she placed her hand in his sealing their fates forever.
Opening the door, Fitz led her out of the carriage and up the small walkway. The butler, Reynolds, opened the door, looking momentarily stunned.
“G-good evening, sir, Madam.” Wide eyes like an owl traveled from Fitz to Patience and back again.
“Good evening, Reynolds,” Fitz replied not allowing the butler to say another word. “Please see we’re not disturbed.”
Leading Patience up the stairs, he fought with himself not to pick her up and carry her the remainder of the way. He was too eager, and it was becoming increasingly hard to quell his excitement.
“I believe we have shocked the butler,” Patience said as they walked down the dark corridor of the old home, the mounted candelabras lighting their way.
He stopped in front of the chamber that he had claimed for himself, pulling her inside hastily. His lips claimed hers, his body pressing hers firmly against the door. Dammit, he’d never tire of kissing her.
Fitz’s body vibrated with the weight of his emotions. Love soared through him. He had never stopped loving Patience. He had tried to get her out of his mind, but he never did. It didn’t matter what her grandmother or Reeves told him; he had always felt incomplete.
Trailing his lips to her soft cheekbones, then to the slope of her neck. Fitz teased and tasted her skin with his tongue. “Turn around,” he whispered the command, taking a step back.
Patience looked up into his eyes, her breath coming out in heavy pants, her own eyes wide. Slowly, she turned around, presenting her back to him.
His fingers shook as he began unlacing her gown. Fitz could hear the loud thumping of his heart in his chest. Each pull of the thin green ribbon loosened her gown, urging Fitz to move faster. His greedy eyes wanted to see her. His desperate hands wanted to touch every inch of her.
When she was free of the offending garment, Patience slowly turned around to face Fitz. Her hands clutched her chest as she held the gown in place.
They stood staring at each other for a few moments, no sound in the room but their labored breathing.
She released her hold on the gown, allowing it to fall to her feet just as Fitz wanted to do every day for the rest of his life.
This was everything he had ever dreamed, and now it was happening. He would never be able to part from her ever again, not now, after finally finding her again.
Her breasts were plump, overflowing out of her stays. Fitz couldn’t take his hungry eyes off the lush globes, his lips falling open. He wanted nothing more than to taste her, to spend the entire night ravishing and worshiping her body.
Undoing her stays, he released each button, freeing her. Once she was free of her undergarments, Patience stood waiting for him, wearing nothing but her chemise and stockings.
Fitz began unbuttoning his waistcoat, freeing himself of society’s constraints. Excitement swept through him, his hands shaking as he pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor.
Her fingers teased the thick hairs on his chest, his wrapping around her thin waist.
Unlacing her chemise, he pulled the thin material down her body, revealing smooth brown skin. Bending, his lips trailed down her long neck to the swell of her breast as the chemise fell to her feet with the remainder of her clothing.
Fitz peered at the woman who would soon be his wife, taking in her toned abdomen, full breasts, and round hips. His mouth captured a dark nipple in his mouth, sucking and swirling.
