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Marc sagged a bit and she had a feeling there was more that he hadn’t told her. “Apparently, he’s part of a group of conspirators inTown,but—”
“How do youknowthat?”
A soft snort escaped him. “The Home Office wanted me to look into them. They said St. George was amongst theirnumbers.”
“So, you’ll help them,” Caroline said practically. “If you could take down a group of conspirators, capture St. George in themeantime—”
“No,” he said without giving even a moment’s thought to her proposal, which was more than frustrating. She was at least trying to find a way outofthis.
“Marc—”
“They’re not any more trustworthy thanheis,Caroline.”
“But they’re theHomeOffice.”
“Which means absolutely nothing. Different side of thesamecoin.”
He knew more about the situation than Caroline did, but that didn’t sound right to her, and she frowned inresponse.
“Someonein the Home Office sent word about my operation to Paris, love. They’re not trustworthy, and I won’t put my trust in them, not when your safety, not when Emma’s and Rachel’s safety hangs in thebalance.”
A staggered breath escaped Caroline at the thought of her daughters being in danger. “So what dowedo?”
“I don’t know.” He slid his arms around Caroline and held heragainsthim.
And the last thing in the world she ever wanted was for him to let her go. “I don’t want to loseyou,Marc.”
* * *
Marc tightenedhis hold on her and breathed in her lilac scent. “I don’t want to lose you either.” He wouldn’t survive it ifhedid.
Caroline tipped her head back to see him, and she truly was the loveliest woman in all the world. How could he ever resist her? How could he have ever helped falling so desperately in love with her? Marc dipped his head down and kissed her very gently, wanting to commit to memory, wanting to savor every moment of her in his arms. It could, after all, be the last time she was there. The morning would probably bring with it some awful choice he would have to make, but he didn’t want to think about that now, not with her so willingly in his arms and kissinghimback.
Caroline sighed against his lips, which heated his blood and stirred his cock to life. Dear God, he had wanted her forsolong.
Marc slid the buttons of his jacket through their holes without breaking their kiss, and he let the thing fall to the floor. Caroline tugged at his cravat until it fell away from his neck, then her delicate fingers nearly burned a hole through the linen of hisshirt.
Marc tightened his hold on her and deepened their kiss, tangling his tongue with hers until the little moans that escaped her were on the verge of driving him wild. He slowly lifted his head and gazed down at her. If only this moment could lastforever.
He smiled as he unbuttoned his waistcoat. Damn it all, she was every dream he’d ever had, all rolled up in the prettiest packageimaginable.
Caroline dropped onto the edge of her four-poster, her hazel gaze heating everywhere it touched him. But that washardlyfair.
Marc lifted one brow and said, “I thought it was my turn to seeyouwithout a stitch, love.” He bit back a smile as he added, “In the interest of our friendship, ofcourse.”
“Oh, of course.” She slid to the middle of the bed and rose up on her knees before lifting her nightrail over her head, leaving her completely bare for his eyes tofeastupon.
And then Marc’s mouth really did go dry. She had the most perfect breasts, just the right size for his hands to cup, with dusty pink nipples that peaked under his gaze, a slender waist that he wanted to reach out and draw to him, and light curls at the apex of herthighs.
“Amazing.” He blew out a breath ofappreciation.
The faintest blush stained her cheeks as she bit her bottom lip. “Now, I didn’t look at youthislong.”
“I’m not as magnificent as you are,” he said, though he did drop his waistcoat to the floor. And then he tugged his shirt overhishead.
“I’d hardly say that,” she replied softly, which only made his cockharder.
Marc sat on the very edge of her bed and tugged first one boot and then the second from his feet before turning his attention to the buttons of his trousers. And a moment later, he stood up, and his trousers dropped to the rug at his feet. Marc stepped from his clothes and turned around to find her waiting for him under thecounterpane.
