It was as if something had slammed into his chest. Uncle Edward?
No, he said, smiling down at her, you’re not.He leaned down, dropping an indulgent kiss on her nose. Trust me, he murmured. Just for this moment, trust me.
And she tried to relax. She really did. But it was near impossible when he was teasing her body into such an inferno. One moment his fingers were on the inside of her thigh, and the next they’d parted her, and he was touching her where she’d never been touched before.Oh, m—Oh! Her hips arched, and she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know what to say.She didn’t know what to feel.
You’re perfect, he said, pressing his lips to her ear. Perfect.Gareth, she gasped. What are you—
Making love to you, he said. I’m making love to you.
Her heart leapt in her chest. It wasn’t quite I love you, but it was awfully close.What do you think? he pressed.
She swallowed, trying not to notice the way her breath seemed to fill her chest differently. I couldn’t say, she finally managed.No, you couldn’t, he said, smiling knowingly, could you? But that’s of no matter. He leaned in and kissed her, once, slowly, on the lips. You will soon.
He rose to his feet. I fear I must leave before my grandmother attempts to spy on us from the house across the way.Hyacinth’s eyes flew to the window in horror.