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"Sorry, it’s just...you should have seen her face. She said she thought it was all I wanted because I never asked for more. I never complained. I never demanded that they do anything differently."
He clucks his tongue, "You know… they're not mind readers. We expect our parents to have this super power. To know what we want because they're our parents. They're just human beings trying to muddle their way through, too. And once I'd said it out-loud, that I wanted a woman who challenged me. Who didn't care for or need my title. Hell, who as wary of the title as I was...she was taken aback."
"What did she say?" I prompt when he stops talking.
"Oh, just that they wanted me to be happy. The Earldom is going to be mine one day. The only expectation they have of me is that I take care of it. Respect it. But my mother reminded me she and my father weren't set up. They fell in love. Forty years ago, that wasn't done and they met with a lot of resistance.”
"You're lucky." I say wistfully, a pang of envy that I feel ashamed of radiates in my breast.
"Give them a chance. They've let you down. They should have pushed until you told them. But, forgive them for it. And think about the energy you brought to the table."
"I know." I admit, in safety of his arms, under this judgment free scrutiny, I can be honest. I swallow hard against the ball of doubt and anxiety that's already building at the thought of telling my mother the awful truth.
"Thank you, Harry."
"You're welcome," he returns quickly, "But for what?"
"For everything. I don't know why you pushed, what you saw in me. But I'm so grateful." I pull back to look at him. The room is dark, the moon's soft glow lets me see the shadows and contours of his face well enough to know where to put my mouth.
I kiss him, softly. I savor the way my heart swells when he kisses me back. The reverence in it is heady.
"This is happening." I whisper when we break our kiss, my fingers stroke his jaw and I tangle my legs in his.
"Oh, yes. It's happening. And Lilly, I'll fight for it. I'll fight for you." His arms tighten around me. The smile on my face is so broad that my cheeks hurt. My heart clenches, but in pure ecstasy. I can't believe any of this is happening to me.
"Me, too. I'm so happy that it scares me. Nothing has ever been easy. Nothing has ever fit me like it was made for me - but you do. This place does. I love it here. It's so beautiful and everything here has a story to tell. I feel at home." My voice is full of all the dreamy excitement I feel.
"I've never done this before, I might fuck up. But know that I want it, badly. More than I've ever wanted anything." His hands skim my sides, brushing the curve of my breast. I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him so he's laying on top of me.
"And yes, I pushed you because I knew that you were special." He kisses me, trails kisses down my neck, across my shoulders and back again.
"Happy you did?" I tease.
"So, fucking happy." He says lazily, and I laugh.
"I love the sound of your laugh."
He slides down my body pressing hot, fervent kisses to my sternum, my ribs, the underside of my breast. I shiver, his mouth makes me crazy. The more of I have it, the more I crave it. I can't believe he's mine.
I sigh and stroke his hair and marvel at my fingers get lost in thick curls.
"I love your hair." I murmur.
"Do you?" He chuckles softly in between his soft nips at my body. "I love your hair. You have so much of it."
"It grows really fast, I cut it all off a year ago. Dyed it blond."
He stops and raises up and stares down at me.
"Pictures. Or didn't happen."
"I have a few. But it wasn't me. I started growing it back after the first time I cut it."
"I bet it’s sexy as hell." He grips the edge of my nightshirt and before I even realize his intent it's over my head.
"Your pussy's bare. Completely." His voice is thick with his desire.
“Mmmmhmmm,” I say languidly.
