Page 36 of The Lyon's Last Gamble

“I could ne’er.” He shook his head. “I am glad that you got Alexander and Clarissa down here to London. We had many things to discuss and I had a lot of apologizing to do. It was long overdue.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Now, about how ye’d do anything for me?” He waggled his eyebrows and laughed at the wicked glint in her eyes.

“Whatever is it that you could want?” She shifted so she straddled his hips and smiled as she felt his hardness.

Closing her hand around him, she maneuvered his cock to her entrance, before sliding down the length of him in one swift movement, gasping as he felt her stretch around him.

He bit his lip with a groan, reveling at the feel of her. “I love ye, lass.” He thrust his hips, ignoring the pain in his ribs.

She gasped. “I love ye, too. Thank ye for taking a gamble on me.”

“’Twas my pleasure.”

As they worked toward their climax, he couldn’t imagine the direction his life would have taken had he not visited the Lyon’s Den that fateful night.

And when Whitney came, crying out his name, he kenned they were exactly where they were supposed to be—in each other’s arms.