her legs splayed wide as he knelt between them, leaning over her with one palm pressing into the mattress beside her shoulders.
Looking her in the eyes, he said, “Violet Rimes, I shall warn you, I consider myself bloody lucky to have won you. I am not having any hide-it-away wedding. We shall be married in St George’s. I shall get a special licence and we’ll plan it all as soon as we get back to London, but I wish my family there and our friends. I am going to make a statement, Violet. You have chosen me over anyone else and I you.”
Her fingers brushed through his hair. “Do you feel threatened by others, Geoff?”
It was the sort of question she would have teased him with in the early days. This wasn’t teasing though, he saw it, she wanted to know.
Honestly. “Yes.”
Her fingers brushed through his hair again, then rested against his cheek, one of them baring the ring he’d chosen for her. “You should not be jealous,” she said quietly. “No one compares to you. You have been all since the first night I met you. I have been in denial about that too.”
He smiled, gripping the back of her knee with his free hand and slid slowly into her, looking down to watch. His senses reeled at the engulfing warmth.
He looked up, “Violet.”
She’d closed her eyes. They stayed closed as he moved.
This was heaven, being in her body like this, but he dare not press deep, he was afraid of touching the child in her womb.
She bit her lip, then her fingers slid down his arms as her legs lifted to grip his waist.
With more vigorous strokes he took them forward. Her fingernails cut as her mouth fell open. She was never quiet. Her breath was hot heavy pants.
Beautiful Violet.
Her eyes flew open when he pressed a little deeper, too eager. He thought he’d hurt her, but she smiled – her I-am-enjoying-this-very-much smile, but-not-enough .
He shook is head and lifted the tempo, taking her hand and pressing it between them, holding her fingers to press against the place where he worked, adding intensity for them both.
Her fingers suddenly gripped his, grasping, as she fell over an edge where he was not yet ready to follow.
His parted her thighs wider, forgetting about the child, and thrust in, gaining another inch in his invasion. She was breathless, quivering, aspic and he was granite, steal and heat.
“God, Violet,” he said as she broke again on a keening cry.
He bent and kissed her, sweeping his tongue into her mouth, before he lifted again. He still held her hand between them.
“Geoffrey, you are –”
“The best man you have ever taken to bed.”
Her eyes opened and she laughed. Then her fingers swept back his hair as he kept filling her again and again, relentless, firm and heavy. He could see she could hardly think and form words but she managed some. “The best man ever… Geoff… ever. But then I am bias because I love you.”
“And I love you.”
She dropped into the well of pleasure again and left him behind.
Pressing her legs even further apart and winning a little more of her ground, he thrust and thrust and thru – God. “Violet!”
Geoff was sweaty and hot when she curled into him. She didn’t care. Janet might be back any moment. She didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything but him.
Her palm rested on his pectoral muscle, over his heart.
He had such a perfectly defined body, cut with visible lean muscle and sinew.
She ran her fingers across his torso again.
His hand covered hers.
“I was sleeping, Vi.”
She laughed and propped herself up on one elbow, remembering doing the same the first night she had slept with him and even that night she had felt an axis shift beneath her. It had never only been sex with Geoff.
His fingers stroked over her hair, which was now unconfined and spilled on to his chest.
She could not believe the all-consuming love which brimmed in her body. Certain it shone through her eyes she said in a low voice. “I wish to stay here for a
Looking her in the eyes, he said, “Violet Rimes, I shall warn you, I consider myself bloody lucky to have won you. I am not having any hide-it-away wedding. We shall be married in St George’s. I shall get a special licence and we’ll plan it all as soon as we get back to London, but I wish my family there and our friends. I am going to make a statement, Violet. You have chosen me over anyone else and I you.”
Her fingers brushed through his hair. “Do you feel threatened by others, Geoff?”
It was the sort of question she would have teased him with in the early days. This wasn’t teasing though, he saw it, she wanted to know.
Honestly. “Yes.”
Her fingers brushed through his hair again, then rested against his cheek, one of them baring the ring he’d chosen for her. “You should not be jealous,” she said quietly. “No one compares to you. You have been all since the first night I met you. I have been in denial about that too.”
He smiled, gripping the back of her knee with his free hand and slid slowly into her, looking down to watch. His senses reeled at the engulfing warmth.
He looked up, “Violet.”
She’d closed her eyes. They stayed closed as he moved.
This was heaven, being in her body like this, but he dare not press deep, he was afraid of touching the child in her womb.
She bit her lip, then her fingers slid down his arms as her legs lifted to grip his waist.
With more vigorous strokes he took them forward. Her fingernails cut as her mouth fell open. She was never quiet. Her breath was hot heavy pants.
Beautiful Violet.
Her eyes flew open when he pressed a little deeper, too eager. He thought he’d hurt her, but she smiled – her I-am-enjoying-this-very-much smile, but-not-enough .
He shook is head and lifted the tempo, taking her hand and pressing it between them, holding her fingers to press against the place where he worked, adding intensity for them both.
Her fingers suddenly gripped his, grasping, as she fell over an edge where he was not yet ready to follow.
His parted her thighs wider, forgetting about the child, and thrust in, gaining another inch in his invasion. She was breathless, quivering, aspic and he was granite, steal and heat.
“God, Violet,” he said as she broke again on a keening cry.
He bent and kissed her, sweeping his tongue into her mouth, before he lifted again. He still held her hand between them.
“Geoffrey, you are –”
“The best man you have ever taken to bed.”
Her eyes opened and she laughed. Then her fingers swept back his hair as he kept filling her again and again, relentless, firm and heavy. He could see she could hardly think and form words but she managed some. “The best man ever… Geoff… ever. But then I am bias because I love you.”
“And I love you.”
She dropped into the well of pleasure again and left him behind.
Pressing her legs even further apart and winning a little more of her ground, he thrust and thrust and thru – God. “Violet!”
Geoff was sweaty and hot when she curled into him. She didn’t care. Janet might be back any moment. She didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything but him.
Her palm rested on his pectoral muscle, over his heart.
He had such a perfectly defined body, cut with visible lean muscle and sinew.
She ran her fingers across his torso again.
His hand covered hers.
“I was sleeping, Vi.”
She laughed and propped herself up on one elbow, remembering doing the same the first night she had slept with him and even that night she had felt an axis shift beneath her. It had never only been sex with Geoff.
His fingers stroked over her hair, which was now unconfined and spilled on to his chest.
She could not believe the all-consuming love which brimmed in her body. Certain it shone through her eyes she said in a low voice. “I wish to stay here for a
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