Based upon Lord Newbury‘s attentions toward her these last four days, he‘d be off to Canterbury to obtain a special license by the week‘s end.
The evening is perfect. We sip champagne, slow dance to the soft jazz floating through the air, and laugh as we reminisce about old times together. It’s much better than my first prom.You changed your nail color, Reece says, holding my hand. We’re sitting on the blanket he arranged under the stars.
My nails are now painted a light pink, and I simply nod. I know he thought my black nails were some kind of reflection on my mood, and maybe they were. I was in a dark place when we first got together. But that’s changed.I have the world’s best boyfriend. He has a heart of gold, a huge cock, and intimate knowledge of all the best sex toys. I feel like I’ve won the damn lottery. When I moved back to Chicago, I was searching for something, and even if I didn’t know it at the time, true love was waiting to find me and sweep me off my feet. When I remember how hard Reece fought his feelings for me, it makes my heart hurt. We had a rocky start, but things are good now. They’re great, actually. Nana adores him, and even Hale has accepted our relationship.Thank you for planning the perfect prom date for us. I lean over and kiss his cheek. His rough stubble and the scent of rugged aftershave greet me, and my heart rate picks up. As long as I live, I will never get enough of him.
One more dance before we go? he asks, rising to his feet, and tugging me up against him.Yes, but I think I need to take off these heels, if you don’t mind.
I step out of my shoes and kick them to the side. Reece surprises me by lifting me off my feet and spinning me around. When he lowers me to my feet, the grass tickles my bare toes, and we begin sway together. Resting my head on his shoulder, I’m enjoying being totally relaxed and at ease when I sense he has other ideas. His cock rises and hardens against my belly, and his fingers move from my hips down to my ass, squeezing.
His mouth moves to my neck, where he lightly kisses and nibbles at my throat. Sorry, sweetheart, it seems I can’t behave myself around you.Honoria stared at her mother in shock. She could not remember the last time she’d heard her speak with such decisiveness. When Daniel had fled the country, he’d taken a piece of their mother with him. She’d been utterly lost, unable to commit herself to anything or anyone, even her daughter. It was almost as if she could not bring herself to make any decisions, because to do so would mean that she accepted her life as it now was, with her only son gone, possibly forever.
But maybe all she had needed was a reason to wake up. A critical moment.Maybe she’d needed to be needed.
Stand back, Lady Winstead said, pushing up her sleeves.Honoria stepped aside, trying to ignore the tiny pang of jealousy that flared to life within her. Hadn’t she needed her mother?