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“You’ll be glowing, blooming and beautiful.” He kissed me on each word. “I would only want you more if I knew you carried my child.” His hand moved lightly over my stomach and I was placated for the present. I hooked my hand around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss.
I loved the warmth of him, the closeness of his body next to mine, and I lay back and luxuriated in the feeling. He caressed my breast, moved down to kiss it, then circled the other one with his hand. His hand moved lower, slipped between my intimate curls. His actions made me tremble. “Richard?”
“Shhh…” was his only reply. His kisses passed on to my stomach, long, lingering kisses on my breasts, my stomach, between my legs. I shivered, surprised and slightly afraid but I trusted him, and soon my body tingled all over in yet another new sensation. I gasped with surprise, thrilled to his touch, the feel of his exploratory fingers, his tongue delivering the intimate kisses that forced repeated shudders from me. He licked, kissed, tasted and then drove his tongue deep inside me.
I forgot who I was, where I was. My body arched of its own volition, so violent was the white-hot explosion that shook me through. I cried out, not knowing such intense feeling existed before this.
He came back up the bed to me. I reached for him blindly, and he entered me again, the sum of every part of me, all I could think of, all I wanted. He pushed me to the heights of pleasure, relentlessly drove me until I cried out over and over, losing all words except his name. He was all I wanted to be, all I wanted to have. He called out to me when he climaxed, accepting all I was giving to him.
Richard took his weight off me, but came back at once to take me closely into his arms. I breathed deeply, recovering, the scent of him surrounding me. I felt completely safe.
“What was that?” I still wasn’t sure how he’d taken me so far out of my world.
He kissed the top of my head. “That, my sweet, was me, inadequately trying to show you how much I love you.”
“It was wonderful.” I couldn’t believe the intensity of it.
He laughed, turned my face up to his with one hand, and kissed me in a gentle salute. “I love you. You’re a constant delight.”
“You’re a constant surprise.”
I felt the closeness; our hearts beat next to each other in time. I could have stayed there forever. When he released me I felt the loss keenly. I watched him throw the covers back and go to search amongst the discarded clothes on the floor.
I lazily watched him find his coat, and feel in the pocket. He brought out a small box, his watch and a piece of paper. He sat on the edge of the bed and read it. Then he handed it to me. “That should be good news. It was put into my pocket earlier, when I was jostled in the street.” So that was why he hadn’t made any fuss. It read:
Mr. Cawnton has received Mr. Thompson’s account of the incident last Sunday. He accepts his explanation and assures him no further action will be taken, but warns him not to meddle in what does not concern him.
I was still afraid for him. I knew what these people were capable of. I handed back the note. “Who’s Mr. Thompson?”
“Me.” He tossed the paper on the nightstand. He lifted the quilt and slipped back into bed beside me. “Though most people think it’s Carier. I hope these people do, and I’m supposed to be merely the messenger.” He stopped when he saw the expression on my face. Secrets. “Yes, I know, it’s a secret and I will tell you. But it would take longer than the time we have at our disposal now. Will you wait? I’ll tell you when I can, I promise, but it’s a long story.”
I smiled, relaxed back into his arms. “That will do. I’m sorry I asked you to share everything. I had no right.”
His lips touched my forehead, and when I looked up he kissed my lips. “You’re wrong. I’ve asked you to put your life into my care, and you deserve to know it all. I don’t want anything between us that might drive us apart. I will tell you everything, everything you ask, everything I can remember.”
“Thank you. I don’t deserve you.”
“Wrong again.” His arms were warm. I snuggled closer. “I’ve done some things I’m deeply ashamed of. I’m sure you haven’t.” He played his fingers in my hair. “All the women I’ve hurt, all the husbands I’ve wronged, I can’t do anything to help them, but I can, through you, cause no more hurt. Only love.”
“So I’m your salvation?”
“You’re everything.” Our lips met in a kiss that wasn’t, for a change, charged with lust, but pure love, so sweet I almost wept with happiness. “And I have something else for you.”
He reached back to the nightstand where he’d deposited the box. “You’re out of mourning now, and it took some time to find this, or I would have given it you before. Wear this for me?”
I opened the box and my mouth dropped. It was my betrothal ring. He had chosen a ruby for me, enhanced by diamonds around the edge, but I had rarely seen a stone so full of life, so rich in colour. I remembered to close my mouth.
“It took me a while to find