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He loved everything about her, from her response to the silky softness of her skin. This was the woman he would make love to for the rest of his life. Tonight would begin their lives together, and he wanted her to remember it just that way.
She was gasping now, saying his name.
When she exploded beneath him, he kissed his way back up her body, leaving tender kisses on her nipples.
Only then did he enter her again, feeling the rhythmic shudders still going through her.
He wanted to last, but as she gripped him, he realized that that was a fool’s errand. He bent to kiss her breasts again, tongued one nipple after another, his hands at her back, gripping her shoulders. He pulled himself deeply into her asshe raised her hips again, her heels digging into the mattress.
She met him thrust for thrust, encouraging him with her soft cries of pleasure. His vision grayed and the room fell away. There was only Jennifer, his lodestone, his anchor, and his love.
Chapter Forty-Three
The moment she arrived home, Ellen was waylaid by Davis.
“We have had a caller, Mrs. Thornton. A Mr. Gordon McDonnell. However, I am currently unable to ascertain the whereabouts of this visitor.”
Ellen bit back a sigh. Davis was the most obsequious majordomo in London. However, he was also the most starched. He had appointed himself guardian of her morals and those of her friends. More than once, she knew that she’d sorely disappointed him. She’d been left with no doubt of his disapproval, evident in the twitch of his nose and the stiffness of his bearing.
No one was more proper than Davis. No one.
She refrained from telling him that it was truly none of his business where Gordon was at the moment. Davis wouldn’t see it that way. Her house was his domain and he ruled it well.
“I don’t think we need to worry about it, Davis,” she said. “I’m certain that all is well.”
No doubt she should have been shocked or dismayed, but she was human. A trait that she wasn’t entirely certain that Davis shared. Strangely enough, he and Abigail disliked eachother heartily. She would have thought, with both possessing such dour personalities, that they would be well suited for each other.
She knew exactly where Gordon was. And Jennifer, for that matter. She had no intention of disturbing either of them. In the morning was time enough to feign outrage. For now, the two of them deserved a little happiness after what they’d gone through.
Jennifer rested her head on Gordon’s shoulder as he put his arm around her. She curled against him, her hand on his chest. His heart still beat thunderously. Held there within the shelter of his arms, she felt safe, loved, and cherished.
She wanted to smile and wondered if that was a normal reaction to lovemaking. She hadn’t felt as much discomfort as she’d expected. Perhaps that came from climbing trees and hills or racing through the strath.
Or perhaps it was simply being with Gordon. He’d made everything magical and beautiful, a memory she’d never forget.
“I’m yours,” she said. “Completely. And you’re mine.” She smoothed her hand over his chest, claiming him with the action.
“I always have been.”
She looked at his face, his beautiful, beloved face. It had been in her mind ever since she was a little girl. Gordon had always been her North Star—and now? Now he was her love, her lover.
No one else would ever be able to separate them.
She never wanted to sleep unless it was next to him. When she said as much, he rolled over and rose above her.
“You’ll never have to. I promise you that, Jennifer.”
That necessitated a few kisses.
He lay beside her again, and she cuddled next to him.
That required a kiss or two, followed by a bit of nuzzling. He had the most beautiful body. She’d seen some of it when he was working for Sean, but she was even more delighted to be able to touch, stroke, and fondle it now.
He did the same, kissing his way over her shoulder to her arm, then hesitating at the juncture of her elbow.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?”
“I believe it’s been about five years.”
