Godric cradled Emily in his arms, kissing her always delectable lips.
“What about dinner?” she managed to ask.
“To hell with dinner, I have what I want, darling.” He pinned her against the settee in their drawing room, one hand coasting up her leg as he slid her skirts up to her waist. In the low candlelight she was lovely, so lovely.
Her face flushed as she panted, and those violet eyes he adored sparkled. Emily was so beautiful it sometimes hurt to look at her. His chest ached and yet turned soft and warm around his heart.
“I love you, Godric,” she breathed against his lips. Each time she said those words, it undid him. He groaned and slid his hand toward the apex of her thighs.
An anxious rap of knuckles on the door made them both jerk up, glancing toward the entrance of the drawin
