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“No, it’s splendid. But are you sure, my darling girl? Really, truly sure?”
That hint of vulnerability twisted her heart. That she held such power over him was rather terrifying. Of course, he held the same power over her.
“I’m sure. And I do hope you’re not going to embarrass me by rejecting my suit. I would never live it down.”
Relief and joy flooded his gaze in equal measure. “I’m not that big an idiot.” He leaned down and feathered a brief kiss across her lips. “Yes, Lady Sabrina Bell, I will marry ye. With all the love and gratitude in my wretched soul, even though I do not deserve ye.”
She sniffed, trying to hold back a few tears. “You more than deserve me, you silly man. And now that we have that settled, can we please get back to your plan?”
“Which part?” he teased.
“This part.” She started to yank his shirt out of his breeches.
“You’re a bossy little thing, aren’t you?”
The shirt snagged on a button. “Get used to it.”
He laughed. “Here, let me help you.” He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor.
Sabrina felt her mouth sag open. “My goodness.”
A shirtless Graeme was a sight, quite on par with the Elgin Marbles. His muscled chest was dusted with golden-red hair that narrowed in a silky line to the waist of his breeches. As for what was behind those breeches . . . that was obviously impressive, too.
He tapped her jaw shut. She hadn’t even realized she was gaping at him.
“Your turn,” he said.
“I’m acting like a ninny, aren’t I?”
He kissed her nose. “Not at all, love. And I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”
For such a rugged, hard-bitten man, Graeme was remarkably tender. He’d always put her needs first, and he’d done that from the moment they met. It was simply who he was.
“Actually, I think I’d like to do everything.”
“I am delighted to hear that,” he replied as she pulled off her wrapper and handed it to him.
Sabrina now wore only a sleeveless chemise, a whisper of cambric. Graeme’s avid gaze curled her toes and made her insides grow muddled.
He reached out to cup one of her breasts. When he rubbed a thumb across one nipple, Sabrina swallowed a gasp. Then he tugged on the rigid tip, and she cried out at the sharp, delicious sensation.
Embarrassed, she clapped a hand over her mouth.
“Sorry,” she muttered when he grinned and pulled her hand away.
“Sweetheart, make as much noise as you like.”
“But Ainsley and Royal are just down the hall. They might hear us.”
“They’re probably doing the same thing right now.”
She flapped a hand. “Not helping.”
“No one can hear, I promise,” he said in a soothing tone.
“You must think I’m a booby.”
“I think you’re utterly adorable.”
