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“You were rather angry with me over the letter.”
She sighed heavily. “Yes, I suppose I was, but now that I’ve had some time to think things over, I wonder if perhaps I’m more irritated with Lady Kontayne.”
This time he did straighten. “Shall you confront her about it?”
She shrugged a shoulder. “I haven’t yet decided.” She pinned him with her gaze. “What would you do?”
He crossed his arms and frowned lightly in contemplation. Isadora couldn’t help but notice the way the material of his jacket stretched across his broad shoulders. It should have annoyed her, but it did the opposite. She could feel that familiar heat swirling in the pit of her stomach. When he spoke, she did her best to concentrate on what he was saying, rather than his sculpted mouth and the way it had felt when they traveled over her skin. “Unfortunately, that’s not my decision to make. But if you are hoping for closure, then I don’t think it would be amiss to call on her. She is your family, after all.”
“I suppose that’s true,” she murmured, although her focus had yet to waver from his mouth.
There was a brief pause, and then he said, “Is there anything else you wanted, Isadora?”
Her gaze immediately snapped back to his. Was she hearing things, or had his voice turned husky all of a sudden? “Pardon?”
“I said, was there something else youwanted?”
This time there was no doubt about the slight inflection in hisvoice, nor the way the center of his trousers appeared to grow larger before her very eyes. “No.” She cleared her throat and tried to sound more convincing. “Not at all.”
“Are you quite sure?” His hand was perilously close to the decided bulge. She couldn’t look away.
“I—” Words failed her as he rubbed his length beneath the material.
His gaze was bright and unwavering. “What was that, Lady Osgood?”
She swallowed heavily and tried again, “I—” Her cheeks warmed considerably when he started to unbutton his trousers.
When his erect cock appeared, she licked her lips, but she still didn’t move from her seat. Only when he wrapped his hand around his member and started to stroke slowly, did she pat her hair. As always, it was in place, even when she was feeling quite frazzled. He groaned, and she had to squeeze her legs together to stop from joining him.
“You know,” he panted, his movements turning faster. “There’s a rumor that engaging in intimacies after an argument is quite fulfilling.”
“Is it?” she whispered, her lungs heaving.
“Indeed.” He closed his eyes and she could tell that he was getting close to his release. “Would you care to… put that theory… to the test?”
Isadora couldn’t act unaffected any longer. She crossed to his side of the carriage, and he moved his hand to help lift her skirts. She slid onto his hot length, and he gave a hiss of satisfaction. It didn’t take long until she was moving swiftly, her pleasure hurtling her into the unknown. He soon joined her.
He glanced at her with a tentative smile. “I would have to say the rumors are true.”
Isadora blinked, and then she burst out laughing. After being under so much strain the last few days, it felt wonderful to break free and allow the merriment.
Some of theache in Remington’s chest subsided to be replaced by something even more powerful. “You have a beautiful laugh, Isadora.” He reached up and played with a stray tendril of her dark hair as some of her laughter subsided. “I wish I could hear it more often.”
She glanced away. “Perhaps in time,” she said softly.
He resisted the urge to sigh and reminded himself that patience was the solitary way he was going to win her love. He was quite sure that his was strong enough for both of them, but to hear her say those words someday would be the most wonderful music to his ears.
She slid away from him, but he was glad to see that she didn’t return to her seat across the carriage but stayed beside him. He set himself to rights and turned to her. He was afraid to ask the question, yet it needed to be said, “Dare I hope this means you forgive me?”
That gaze was perfectly steady. He wasn’t sure he would ever tire of it. Or her. “I shouldn’t have acted as strongly as I did.”
He lifted his brows, surprised to hear her admission.
“I’ve never been one to allow my emotions to overrule my common sense. I understand why you wanted to know the truth. I suppose it hurt me more to think you had to be so secretive instead of waiting for me to come to you.”
“I know now that I was wrong.” He reached out and took her hand loosely in his. “I don’t have any excuses other than desperation.”
“Desperation?” she asked curiously.
