Lawrence ran his fingers over the paper and string on the parcel before him on the table, wondering if he had time to hide it again before Christy came down. Was it too soon? Too much? The decision was taken from him when he heard Christy thunder down the stairs. He took everything at a run.
He wore nothing but breeches and a shirt loose at the neck. His hair was messed by the times Lawrence had combed his fingers through it, and his neck had a purple bruise, presumably from where Lawrence had licked and sucked at him. God, he still couldn’t believe the things they had done. Christy was so incredibly enthusiastic in bed. He’d never known the like of it. He’d made Lawrence feel beautiful, desirable, wanted, needed…and no one had ever achieved that before. Ever. The marital bed had been a c
