Page 110 of Hearts Aflame
He hid his cringe in her breast. And then the scent of her assailed him and he forgot about her parents.
His arms wrapped about her waist and he looked up at her, his chin resting in the deep V of her green velvet gown. She had worn her own clothes ever since he had admitted to her that he loved her. There had never been any mention of her previous status. She had simply shed the mantle of slavery as easily as she had worn it, making him realize that she had never really worn it at all.
The dark green of the gown added a darker hue to her eyes, making them more turquoise. A wealth of love and tenderness filled his own eyes.
“They have waited nigh a week for this wedding.” His lips pressed forward against her skin before he added, “Dare we make them wait a while longer?”
“You jest, milord.” Her palms cupped his cheeks, before she bent to run her tongue slowly, sensually over his lips. “Surely you are not suggesting…”
She giggled as he pulled her down onto his lap. “Aye, I jest, vixen. But you could change my mind.”
“Can I?” Her hand on the back on his neck drew his lips back to hers. “Then mayhap I will, milord. Aye, mayhap…”
