Page 86 of Never Trust an Earl
“Marianne lacks a sense of humor. So perhaps it was just as well that you didn’t marry her, Redcliffe.”
His lips quirked. “No sense of humor, eh?”
“Not a shred.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Take that off.”
She fingered the silk. “This? You don’t like it?” She untied the sash and let it fall open, then shrugged it off her shoulders.
She stepped out of it.
“That, too.”
She pulled her nightgown over her head and stood before him, naked.
He lost his breath. His gaze heated, and he shrugged the dressing gown off his shoulders, revealing his nakedness and need for her. “Come here.”
Shivering with desire, Olivia climbed onto the chaise and into his arms. Nuzzling her chin against his neck, she murmured. “I love you.”
“I am mad for you.” His hands roamed over her back and cupped her bottom, settling her against him.
His erection nudged her most sensitive part.
“Mmm.”
“I’m no longer Dominic?” he asked softly.
She raised her head to kiss his jaw. “You will always be my Redcliffe.”
With a gruff laugh, he crushed his mouth to hers.
His hands on her hips, he pushed into her.
Her fingers raked through his hair, tugging hard. She murmured his name and moaned, loving it, loving him.
With a deep groan, he stilled and drew her down to him. “I’ll hear no more of this nonsense, Olivia,” he gasped as his breath eased. “I never doubted you were right for me. And I was not such a fool as to let you go. I love you and want you by my side, always.”
“And I, you, my love,” she murmured as her fingers toyed with the curls of dark hair on his chest. For now, she was content not to argue. Content to bend like a reed in the river. But she wanted more. There was so much a countess could do to help the less fortunate in society, and she’d make him proud he’d chosen her as his wife. Soon, she would begin, but right now, just being with him was enough.
She took his dear face in her hands and pressed her lips to his.
