She would always be the girl he loved, his Kat. The one person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Now all he had to do was to convince her to give up everything for him. He’d spent the last year begging Kat to marry him. It was the question he should’ve asked when they were younger, but before he could, everything had changed.
“You’re here,” she said, walking toward him, looking like the young girl he’d first fallen in love with all those years ago.
Stepping deeper into the room, he closed the door behind him, happy that he didn’t have to abide by society’s rules while at Pleasure House. Being able to see Kat without the watchful eye of society had been Harrison’s greatest joy since he’d found her again.
Holding her gaze, his body led him to her like she was holding the other half of his soul, binding them together for eternity. Harrison had felt that invisible pull toward her since the first time he’d laid eyes on the vibrant young girl. He had not fathomed what it had actually meant as a boy of eight when their fathers first introduced them. But as the years passed, it had been impossible to ignore the ache in his heart for her.
Always her.
Harrison reached the center of the dark study at the same time as Kat. Without a single word he wrapped one arm around her small waist and the other around her nape of her neck, dragging her to him.
She pressed her hand to his chest, her eyes filled with desire. It was the same look she had graced him with when they were younger, the one she had given him when they had lost their innocence together.
Damn he’d never forget that night.
“Harrison,” she whispered, tilting her head.
Long lashes framed hazel wide eyes as he cupped her cheek with his free hand. Smooth, silky skin was soft to his touch, and he wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms for the rest of their lives.
And now he was in jeopardy of losing her forever.
Not wanting to sour his opportunity to be alone with her, Harrison pressed his lips to hers in a soft but demanding kiss. His mouth slanted over hers as his hand slid around her nape, dragging her closer to him.
This was all he’d dreamed of since he’d lost her. They had shared the occasional stolen kiss many times before, but this one was desperate. Harrison needed her to know how utterly in love with her he was, and always would be.
To hell with duty, his mother, his sister, and the blasted title his father had loved more than his own family. He’d turned his back on her once before, but not this time. She was the one person in the whole damn world who made him happy.
Harrison no longer wanted snippets of bliss in her study or in the dark corners of ballrooms. Harrison wanted forever. Once, he had turned his back from the one person who had made him happy, a mistake that he would never repeat again.
Plundering her mouth, he relished at the soft feel of her breasts pressed against his hard chest. The hand around her waist slipped down to cup her full backside.
Dear God he had been obsessed with it as a young man. It was firm and round, and he couldn’t help but to squeeze gently, pulling a slight gasp from her sweet lips.
His mouth slanted over hers hungrily, tasting and savoring every breath and sigh she released. She was ambrosia for his starving soul.
Kat’s arms wove around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Although he was short compared to his closest friend, Richmore, he still towered over Kat though she was tall for her sex.
He lost himself to her sweet lips, wishing that this was what forever would be like for him. Harrison had dreamed of being with Kat again for so long that he feared he’d die from the agony of being without her.
“Harrison!” she called out in surprise as he scooped her up in his arms.
Kat tightened her grip around his neck as he carried her over to the black chaise lounge
in the far corner of the room. His lips found hers again in a deep, searing kiss as he guided them both down.
His cock pulsed in his breeches at the feel of her soft, pliant curves beneath his hard body. All he wanted was to sink deep inside of her and never retreat.
Katherine Smith—Kat, was everything Harrison wanted in a wife. From the moment she’d entrusted him with the gift of her innocence, there had been no doubt in his being that she would become his wife.
It had never occurred to him that it would take an entire decade for his dream to become his reality, but finally Harrison felt a shift in Kat. Eight years, eight long fucking years, since he’d last been with her. The girl of his youth was now replaced with a sensual woman who knew her own desires and needs.
Deft hands untied his cravat as his tongue glided against hers, causing shivers to race down his spine. Harrison’s free hand pulled up her skirts, exposing smooth, silky skin to his greedy touch.
Trailing soft kisses down her long neck, his fingers danced up muscular calves to strong thighs. When they were younger, Kat had been an accomplished horsewoman—they would often race around their small estates.
“Harrison,” she called out to him, arching her back and pressing her soft bosom into his chest. “I want you.” She unwrapped his cravat.
Cool air caressed his skin, his cock straining to be free. “Hmm?” he hummed running his nose against her satin skin.
