Page 74 of Twin Flames
‘It’ll come to me soon, but if you want my help now, you’re going to have to update me,’ he laughed.
Cara rolled her eyes. ‘Plan B is that we find a way to rescue George from the Tower before he’s executed.’
‘Okay, well that makes sense. Good plan. Then he’ll presumably be alive in the future unless something else happens to disrupt the timeline.’
‘Yes. I suppose something else could happen, but I can’t put my energy into thinking about that. There are too many variables.’
‘Hold on a minute though,’ said Edward.
‘What?’
‘How on earth do you know for sure that George is in the Tower?’
‘I saw him in the crowd as we were released. He was watching us. I doubted my eyes for a moment because I see him everywhere, but now I’m sure it was him. The heroic fool has gone and done a typical George thing.’
‘And what would that be?’
‘He’s exchanged himself for us and escorted us to our freedom. That’s why we were released from the Tower. He’s my Twin Flame. He protects me.’
‘Ah, yes. That does make sense. It is a typical earl-like thing to do. So how does Plan B work? How do we break him out?’ said Edward.
‘Um, well there’s good news and bad news,’ said Cara.
‘Why am I not surprised? Give me the good news first to soften the blow.’
‘The good news is we’re in place to implement Plan B.’
‘Right, and? What do we do?’
‘That’s the bad news. I’ve no idea yet. We didn’t get that far in our plan formulation. We thought we’d figure it out as we go.’
‘So, he is locked in the Tower of London, and we’re supposed to come up with a way to break him out and then get us all to safety while we’re being hunted down?’
‘That’s about the gist of it. You’ve always been razor-sharp, Edward. That’s why you’re so good with the children.’
‘Thank you. Although you employed me as a tutor, not a prison vigilante.’
‘Life is never simple in the Cavendish household. You must know that by now! Let’s think about what we’re going to do,’ said Cara.
London, 1840
George trailed his fingers down the exposed flesh at the back of Cara’s corset. She quivered beneath his touch, and he leaned forward to plant soft kisses onto her neck. The feel of his lips on her skin electrified her senses, and she experienced a jolt. She was weak with desire.
He pressed against her, and the familiar fierce current passed between them. The extent of her passion for him still took her by surprise. Nothing had prepared her for this degree of sexual intensity.
‘How is it that I’m the luckiest woman in the world and get to be your wife and make love to you whenever I want?’
He pulled her into his arms; she lost her balance and sank back into him. She’d never felt more alive. Each morning she looked at him lying next to her in their huge four-poster bed and offered up a prayer of gratitude.
He dropped more light kisses onto her neck and then slowly spun her around to face him. His hand tilted her chin upwards, and he gazed into her eyes, laughing as he said, ‘I don’t know Mrs Cavendish, but it’s definitely time for you to perform your wifely duty.’
Cara looked up at him coyly as she raised a dark eyebrow and then curtsied with mock deference. ‘Why, of course. What do you have in mind? How may I serve you, my lord?’
A virgin before their marriage, she had sensed how to please him from the first sexual encounter. Their desire was mutual and even though she hadn’t been schooled in the ways of pleasuring a man, pleasing her husband came as naturally to her as breathing. It was as if they’d always been together. They were a perfect fit, both physically and intellectually. Making love to George was effortless, just as she had known it would be. Such was their blaze of passion, delighting him gave her an immense thrill.
He was a sensual lover, and he guided her to erotic heights she’d never imagined existed. They barely slept on their wedding night; such was the build-up of craving for each other’s touch since they’d met. Months of secret touching and chaperoned visits had them both in a fevered frenzy.
George groaned as she touched him. He thought he would die of bliss, but then he began to slip away. He could feel the ebb of energy whirling around him. The air grew cold; the vortex was drawing him towards present-day York.
