*Rexton*
I want to hold her, kiss her, take her to my residence and make wild, passionate love to her until dawn. Yet, I sit opposite her in the coach because I don't intend to take her quickly or like a savage. I want her so badly I'm not certain I can restrain myself.
Her smile... her smile has unmanned me.
"Your own children will play on that roundabout," she says quietly, gazing out the window.
I have drawn the curtains aside. The inside of the carriage is dark. No one is going to be able to make out our features. My coachman and servant aren't in livery. They have actually embraced the notion of going on a clandestine outing. I left disguising themselves to them. They have done a remarkable job. "I suppose they will, yes."
"Gina is correct. You're getting up in years. You can't p
