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He was so handsome, his chiseled jaw just begging to be held, his kissable lips to be taken in a searing embrace.
She bit her lip, wondering if she were bold enough to take more of what she wanted, just as she had earlier tonight.
She leaned forward and clasped the hem of her gown, pulling it above her knees. His eyes darkened, but before he could move she stood, going to him instead.
She straddled his lap, adjusting herself to press against the hardened mass in his breeches.
So fine, and all hers to do with as she pleased.
He gasped, clutched her bottom, and she pressed harder against him. "I could eat you alive," he murmured, closing the space between them and kissing her chin.
Shivers ran down her spine, and she tipped her head back, allowing him to do whatever he pleased, so long as she felt the sweet, delectable taste of ecstasy that he always seemed to provide.
She ran her hands down his chest, reveling in the feel of the muscles that flexed beneath her palms. It took little effort to free him from his breeches. His heavy, hardened cock slipped against her palm, and she teased him before guiding him into her.
He took her hard, thrusting into her, and their moans mingled in the small space.
"I want you. All of you," he said, taking her face in his hands and making her look at him. No matter their past, something in his tone, the look of adoration on his face, made her know with certainty that he meant what he said.
He wanted her to be his wife.
She had wanted to hurt him, to make him pay with his heart as he had made her pay with hers. But she could not do that now. How could she be so cruel when so much time and growth had happened for them both?
They were not the same as they once were, nor did they have to listen to others to guide them.
Paris did not know how to respond, how to tell him all that she had planned to ruin and crush his heart, and so instead, she threw herself into making love to him.
She rode him, enjoying the delicious slide as he filled and inflamed her body. His hands moved over her, guiding, caressing, teasing her to madness.
"How are we going to stop?" she asked, her body coiling into itself, the exquisite ache and taunting precipice that was just out of reach, but tantalizingly close.
"Why do we need to stop? We never have to stop. If only you would give me your heart once more. We could have a future, Paris. We could start a life together. I could help you raise your children, guide and love them as much as I love you," he admitted.
The first tremors of her orgasm ripped through her, and she clutched at him, kissed him as she rode him through her pleasure.
He did not follow her but waited for her to catch her breath and meet his eyes. "I mean what I say, Paris. I've never been more serious in my life, and I will spend every day of the rest of it proving to you that I mean what I say."
Paris did not know what to say or do. This was not what she had planned, but then, everything had become so muddled she no longer really knew what she wanted when it came to Dominic.
He loved her.
How was she ever to think clearly when she knew such a wonderful fact. It would have been much easier if he had not grown into the man he was today but remained the selfish, persuadable youth he had once been. It would have been much easier to walk away then, but now? Now she wasn't confident she could at all.
ChapterTwenty
The following afternoon Lord and Lady Astor held an afternoon tea at their property that abutted the Thames. A yearly event that was either held through the day or as a nightly ball.
The afternoon was a little cool, with clouds marring the sky, and Paris wore a cream spencer over her afternoon gown of blue muslin.
The grounds were bustling with guests, everyone who was anyone in attendance. Paris studied the crowd as a prickling of awareness stole over her.
She turned toward the terrace steps leading into the house and spied Lord Astoridge. He stood alone, a glass of brandy in his hand and his attention solely on her.
A shiver ran down her spine. After their interlude in the carriage and what he had admitted to her there, everything had changed. The thought that he wanted a future with her, to be part of her life with her children, left her stomach in knots.
As much as she would have loved to be a family at one time, that was not so easy now. He would take one look at Maya and know he was her father. The thought of telling him the truth after all these years left her fearful. He would be angry and hurt, confused, and would no doubt lash out at her concealing the truth. Maya herself, even if only five had grown up only knowing one father. To learn that Lord Hervey was not her papa would devastate her and impact her future. And although the past was not wholly her fault, perhaps she could have fought more at the time and demanded he take responsibility for the child that grew in her belly. Made him marry her no matter her lack of dowry. She had not.
Not that she believed she could have done so at the time. Not really. He had been arrogant and selfish then, and she had been terrified with fear. Had he found out about her child, she would have always had that hovering dread, just waiting to crash upon her life and ruin her and Maya for good.
