“Don’t tell me you now support what they’ve done!”
Mary nuzzled his chin, then moved her lips to his and nibbled. “They did put us together.”
Kit wondered what his wife would do if he tore the silk from her body. Then he decided he was over-thinking this. He grabbed the neck, gave her a wicked smile, and tore it apart.
Not giving her time to protest, he blanketed her mouth, wanting her to struggle catching up with him. She met him, parrying her tongue with his. “Ah, my love.”
Kit fluttered kisses down her body until he reached her hot, wet core. “Mine.”
She arched against him. “Yes, yours.”
Mary screamed with pleasure as he entered her. Bright lights impaired his vision as she convulsed around him.
He saw heaven and knew it was Mary.
Dawn came all too early. Before he could even think of making love to his wife again, there was a knock on the door.
“Sir, you need to awaken.”
Kit groaned. “Give me a few minutes.”
Mary turned in his arms. “How much time do we have?”
“Not enough for me to love you properly.”
She smiled, flicking her tongue against his nipple. “What about improperly?”
CHAPTER THIRTY
Dunwood House, Mayfair, September 1817
Mary hugged Phoebe as she and Kit entered the drawing room. “It is wonderful to be back in Town.”
“We’re so happy to see you,” Phoebe said. “It’s been too long since you were able to join us.”
Marcus brought Mary and Kit sherry. “You look well. I take it married life is agreeing with you.”
Kit grinned. He did that a lot lately. “It is.” He slid his arm around Mary’s increasing waist. “We shall have a happy event in February.”
Huntley entered with Caro, each of them carrying a small bundle. Mary peeked at both babies before carefully embracing her friend. “They are lovely! Have you decided on names yet?”
Huntley grinned. “We have.”
“Though it was a bit of a battle with our fathers,” Caro added. She motioned to the baby her husband held. “May I present Giles Andrew Douglas Ingram, Viscount Rushdon, and this”—she kissed the head of the baby she held—“is Lady Emily Charlotte Meraude Noel Gre-vill.”
Grace Worthington slowly made her way to them. “What beautiful babies!” She rubbed her hand over her burgeoning stomach, and addressed Mary. “Congratulations to you as well!”
“Thank you.” Mary smiled.
“Where are Eugénie and Will?” Grace asked.
“I almost forgot to tell you,” Phoebe said. “I received a letter yesterday. She gave birth to a boy. They didn’t have the name yet.”
“Have you heard from Lord Simon and his lady?” Mary asked Caro.
“We have. They are doing well. It looks as if they will buy a house in Town and another property near Bristol. Lady Simon asks that her thanks for Athey be passed along. She is doing a wonderful job as Finella’s lady’s maid.”
Marcus replaced the sherry with champagne. “A toast to Huntley, Caro, Will, Eugénie and the new babies.”
