by Joan Wolf
His eyes smiled down at her. “So I did.”
Her fingers were busy at his throat and he raised his hands to cover them. “Let me do it,” he said. “You’ll take too long.”
It did not take the Duke long at all and this time their lovemaking, which had always been passionate, swept them both into a blinding, shattering rapture that was beyond what either had ever experienced before. It was a very long time before they had any inclination toward rational conversation.
“I think you had better go see Lancaster tomorrow,” he said much much later.
She yawned a little as she stretched herself alongside him. Finally, lying still now, “Why?”
“I don’t want to see him and he certainly won’t want to see me. One of us, however, has obviously got to pack him off home.”
“I guess so,” she murmured, her mind clearly not on Adam. Then, “Today, not tomorrow. It must be morning by now.”
“Mmm.”
Softly she asked, “Did you mind what he said about the money?”
His fingers, which had been caressing her scalp through her hair, stilled. “Yes.”
“Don’t. It doesn’t matter. I married you at Papa’s wish and you married me because of Papa’s money. Neither motive is important now. Why we married doesn’t count.” His fingers began to move again on her head and she said slowly, “That was why you made Papa set up the trust fund, wasn’t it?”
“Yes. I did not want you to think . . .” His voice trailed off.
“Well, I don’t,” she said tranquilly and yawned again.
“You’re not tired?” he said reproachfully.
“I’m exhausted!”
His mouth came closer to hers. “Are you sure of that?” he asked softly. Her lips were warm and yielding under his and he raised his head a little to look down at her, a faint smile in his eyes. “Are you quite, quite sure?”
It seemed, after all, that she was not.
Copyright © 1982 by Joan Wolf
Originally published by Signet (ISBN 0451153642)
Electronically published in 2008 by Belgrave House/Regency Reads
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