She didn’t even try to resist, knees crumpling and virtually climbing into his lap. “No one will disturb us,” she managed, before shuddering against him at his next words. She sank her fingers into his shirt, wishing she had the strength to tear it from his body.
Crushing her smaller body against his, he trembled and tugged her up for a deep and passionate kiss, a moan escaping his parted lips as he poured all of his love into it. As he did this, he stood up and carried her across the room to lay her on the floor in front of the fireplace, cupping her head in his hands as he hovered above her.
If there was awkwardness in the way they moved from the chair to the fur rug before the fire, she didn’t notice, caught up in his mouth. He was holding her breathless, but she didn’t care — she had missed him more than air. Reaching up to brush her fingertips down his face, she smiled softly, skirts awry about her slender legs. “My brave, bold lord,” she murmured.