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“Why, yes it is.”
“And aren’t those sheep grazing nearby?”
“More sheep than people around here, I’m afraid.”
“Then don’t we have a dream to reenact?”
“You read my mind.” He caught her hand and they broke into a run, the wind catching her laughter as they raced to the field.
He guided her down into the flowers. She pulled off his coat and he helped her by lifting his arms.
She opened the buttons of his shirt and pushed it over his head, nearly tearing it in her haste to see the smooth expanse of his chest above her.
He picked a daisy, pulling off the petals one by one. “She loves me, she loves me not. She loves me, she—”
“She loves you.” Mina wrapped her arms around his neck. “With all her heart.”
He tucked a flower into her hair. “Goddamn, Mina. You’re so beautiful.” He slid her sky-colored gown down her shoulders.
“What if someone sees us?”
“The sheep won’t tell anyone.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I’m the duke. If anyone happens upon us, they’ll do what’s best for them and back away slowly,” he growled.
“I love it when you use that rumbly voice. It makes me shiver.”
“Does it now? What else makes you shiver?” His hand dipped into her bodice and covered her breast.
“That,” she whispered.
“And what about this?” He kissed her possessively, nudging her lips open and delving inside her mouth with commanding strokes of his tongue.
Bees buzzed nearby. The fresh summer scent of grass and sun-warmed flowers surrounded them. The petals of a daisy brushed her cheek.
Drew stripped her down to her stockings with the practiced movements of a former wicked rake.
Former rakes were the very best kind, she’d discovered.
All of the rake and none of the risk.
She trusted him with her body and with her heart.
He made her feel reckless and free.
When he entered her with slow, languid strokes, she lifted her hips and met him halfway. Her heart expanded as wide as the sky above them as they moved together, finding the rhythm that was still so new, and still filled her with awe.
Maybe there were a few twigs poking into her back. Maybe a bee flew a little bit too close to her ear for comfort.
She was probably going to be picking burs out of her blue gown.
Life wasn’t a dream. She’d always known that there was sadness and pain. Loneliness and longing.
But there was also this.
His skin against her skin. Sun on her face. Love overflowing her heart.
Life wasn’t a dream.
But it came pretty damned close when she was in his arms.
