“He is going to be furious with you,” Selena said with a small laugh.
“He’ll get over it. I’d rather not have an audience to provide commentary for what comes next.”
“Oh? What comes next?”
“Me and you. Alone. Kissing. Loving.”
Forever his.
Chapter Twenty-One
Selena wriggled againsther earl in her bed.
Her Warrick.
Her betrothed.
Her man.
She liked that last title best. Simple. To the point.
Her man.
Selena was learning that happiness was not always what a person gained in life, but rather found in the voyage one took to achieve those rewards. And yet, who was to say when that voyage ended? Her own journey was still very much in motion. She was still en route breeching boundaries, overstepping norms, and hurtling through points of no return.
She also plucked a few rewards along the way. One of which was in her bed.
Selena kissed his shoulder.
A delightful grunt. “We are crossing the line again,” Warrick breathed against her skin as he trailed kisses along her neck before kissing the inside of the palm that had slapped Lady Ridgeland. “Your brother will be here soon.”
“I love crossing the line with you.” Crossing lines was what they did best. Soon enough, they’d be wed and there would be few lines left, so Selena wanted to enjoy every single one.
“Are you saying we’ve crossed so many lines, crossing one more won’t hurt?”
“Exactly that.” She nipped at his lips. “Don’t you love crossing them with me?”
“Too much.”
“You know,” she said teasingly, “you started it first.”
“That’s debatable, princess.”
She laughed. “Then, let’s debate some more.” She traced a suggestive finger down his arm.
“I have a better idea,” he breathed, his tongue slowly trailing her lower lip. “Let’s elope. Because I can’t stand the thought of living apart from you.”
She arched her neck back to glance at him. “You don’t have to live apart from me. You can move into my chamber until we marry.”
“I want you inmychamber.Mybed. A place where Saville doesn’t prowl.”
She laughed. “He doesn’t prowl there?”
“Good point.”
She snuggled closer. “Isn’t eloping a bit too much?”
“No.” He trailed his thumb over her lower lip. “We can have fun traveling.”
