There was the brother she knew. Selena threw her leg over Warrick. “It’s just as well you are leaving London.” She suddenly grinned. “I have it on good authority that the King brothers are on their way to town. They might want your head.”
“Well, then.” He waved at them with a look of disgust. “I’ll be off then. Behave in the meantime. Get married or something.”
Selena blinked, then laughed at his back as he marched out. “I do believe he is in trouble.”
“So do I.” Warrick rolled her over, pressing her into the bed. “But care more about the trouble in my arms.” He kissed the corner of her lips. “Now where were we?”
She pushed at him. “You have such a male brain.”
“Then appease it, princess.”
“I still want to apply ointment on the spots your skin chaffed,” she protested. “That harridan...”
“Later. First, we need to remove these trousers.”
“Why?” That dark tone didn’t bode well for her trousers.
“They are dying tonight.”
Her eyes widened. “You want to cut up my trousers?”
“They cut me up every time I look at them.”
“But, I’ve grown quite attached to them.” She flashed her teeth. “I love them undoing you too much for you to cut them up.”
“Saucy wench. They are still being cut up.”
“Later.” She’d commission more. “First, let’s see what damage that rope did.”
He flipped her again and this time she was on top. Selena stared down at him, hands resting on his chest. She liked this.
“All right.” His gaze bore into her, but this time all those unreadable emotions revealed themselves. “First, touch me.”
Lord. “Where?”
“Everywhere.” His face took on a meaningful edge. “I need to replace that creature’s touch with yours.”
That, Selena was happy to do, and do it forever. She dragged all ten fingers down his chest. He groaned. “You know,” she leaned over to whisper, “I love how your body feels beneath mine.”
“Ah, Christ.”
Christ, indeed.
*
The next day
Warrick stared atthe luggage lining the wall of his parlor. Selena. She had insisted on sending her belongings to his residence while keeping an iron hand on the process. He shook his head, following the line of trunks to the drawing room where she discussed a list of her instructions to her maids.
He leaned against the door with his shoulder.
God, what an endearing sight.
Thank you.
Thank you for her.
He had lived a privileged life. A few trials here and there. But Selena... she wasn’t one of those trials. She’d always been part of his life. Since he and Saville became friends as boys. But she stormed into his heart like a tempest, sweeping away everything in her path and fully claiming her space.
