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The woods were dark as he walked them deeper and deeper in.
“What will they think about us disappearing into the brush, I wonder,” she mused.
“They will think you are about to be railed by your husband.”
Eliza gasped and tried to control her smile. “Garret.”
“They would be right.”
He turned her suddenly and set her down, pressed her back against a tree, and kissed her. It was shocking! Ten minutes ago she’d been missing him badly, and now he was here, in Boston, in her arms. Her head was swimming as she pushed up to her tiptoes and hugged him tightly, leaning into the kiss.
He had her pressed hard against that tree, but there were far too many layers of fabric between them.
Garret fixed it.
He shrugged out of his suit jacket and unbuttoned the white linen, pulled her hands to his stomach and let her slide her fingertips upward as he unfastened his pants.
Heat flushed her entire body in a wave, and she gasped as he rucked her skirts up.
He pulled her up by the back of her knees and wrapped them around himself as he pushed into her.
She huffed a sigh at how good it felt as he slid deep into her. He gripped the back of her neck, and held her so close with an impossibly-strong arm around her back. The tree bark was rough against her shoulders, but she didn’t care about that right now. How could she?
Garret was here. He was here with her.
He stayed deep, pulsing back just a little, pressing that sensitive spot he’d discovered between her thighs until she was clutching the loose material of his shirt and panting his name in rhythm with his thrusting.
The snarl in his chest was so appealing to the scandalous part of her that loved this.
Nothing else existed out here in these woods—just her and Garret.
God, she loved him.
He drove into her harder and faster until her body buckled. She looked up at the branches of the trees, saw the stars, and rolled her eyes closed as her body exploded around his swollen shaft.
He pulsed streams of heat into her, holding her so closely that there was no end to her and no beginning to him.
For a few minutes, they stayed like that. She remained pressed against the trunk of the tree, sure the bare skin of her shoulders was red with scrapes. He buried his face against her neck and she hugged him as tight as she could, until her arms shook like the wind-caressed leaves in the trees above.
She wasn’t worried about someone from the party following them out here. Garret would hear them well before they could reach them here in the quiet woods.
“I haven’t felt safe since I came back to Boston,” she whispered. “Not until now.”
A soft moan escaped Garret, and he eased out of her, settled her onto her feet. Her skirts swished down to her ankles, and she adjusted the puff sleeve of her dress that had slipped to the side during their lovemaking.
“I smell blood. Let me see,” he rumbled, his eyes bright. He angled her to the side and ran a light finger over her upper back. “Your dress is ruined.”
She twisted and tried to see the damage. It didn’t look good. In fact, it looked very obvious that Garret had taken her against a rough surface.
She giggled and held onto his neck even tighter. “Aunt Elizabeth will lose her mind when she hears of this scandal.”
“From what you told me, her mind was lost long ago. Hang that woman, and fuck anything those rumormongers back there will spread about you. And fuck this dress,” he growled, slipping his hand into the high neckline to cup her full breast.
She moaned and leaned back onto the tree trunk again, rolled her head backward to look drunkenly up at him.
“When did you get here?” she asked in a whisper.
He inhaled deeply and drew his fingertip down her cheek. “Last night. I had to figure out where you were and track down a suit for tonight. I would’ve come right away if I could. Listen…something has happened.”
