Living London - By Kristin Vayden Page 0,59
kissed my forehead. My eyes closed in response. I breathed in the honey and cloves scent that I had missed so much, drinking in the sensation of his warm lips pressed to my skin. I reached up to pull the lapels of his coat, tugging him closer to me. He let out a small chuckle before touching his forehead to mine. "So, now that I've hardly any right to ask, and after I've caused horrific damage in my efforts to be poetically romantic, I want to tell you all the things I should have said."
With that, he dropped to both knees and gazed adoringly at me. His eyes were so blue, but they held little hope, only a fierce determination and unabashed love. "Jocelyn Westin, I love you. There is no other woman I could imagine as my wife. I do not deserve you. You are perfection. Everything about you draws me like a moth to the flame, and when I touch you, I burn." His eyes smoldered and my knees went weak. "I promise to make up for my painful mistakes every day of my life for as I long as I live if you'll give me the opportunity to serve you." He stood slowly. "Cherish you." He raised his hand to caress my cheek and wipe away another tear. "Honor you." His other hand came around my waist and pulled me closer till I could feel his heartbeat. "Protect you." He bent his head and kissed the skin under my ear with a feather light touch. I couldn't help but close my eyes and sigh. "Kiss you," he whispered into my ear as he nipped my earlobe. "Make love to you."
He brushed a short yet tender kiss across my lips. I desperately wanted more, but I didn't want to interrupt the moment. "Spend each day in your warmth and grow old with you, satisfied that you're mine and mine alone." He kissed me again, deeper, searchingly, with barely controlled restraint. "Marry me, Jocelyn?" he asked, and pulled back slightly to read my expression. His eyes were darkened with desire and frantically searching mine for the answer he so desperately sought.
"Yes," I whispered, my breath stolen by the exultant expression on his face and reflected in his eyes. "Yes," I repeated a bit louder, my smile breaking free and my heart melting in the heat of his hungry gaze.
His lips met mine in a fierce kiss that reminded me of the joy and fever I had all but forgotten in the past week. His hands gripped my back, pulling me savagely against him. My body caught fire at the sensation.
"Jocelyn," he whispered hoarsely before attacking my lips again, pulling them gently with his teeth and caressing them with his velvet tongue.
I dug my hands into his hair, but my gloves prevented me from feeling the silky texture on my fingers. My hands moved from his hair to his broad shoulders and pulled him in closer. Matching his fervor, I kissed him back and inhaled each breath he released, wanting each part of me to be a part of him.
He withdrew slightly, and I pressed in closer to hold off his retreat for a few more blessed moments, but to no avail. "Jocelyn, love," he gasped with breathless passion. "I must stop, or else I swear I'll ravish you right here."
“Well…rumor has it that you already have…” I leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to the corner of his jaw. The faint stubble from his beard prickled my lips and made them tingle. Morgan’s breath caught then sped up as I traced my hand down his chest. But I paused. Was I really ready for this?
My heart sped up at the thought. Part of me wanted him to pull me into the whirlwind of passion that had already kindled a fire within me. Yet I wanted my first experience in lovemaking in a bit of a more private environment. Besides, Nanna would haunt me all of my days if I were to be intimate with Morgan before the wedding.
As my heart slowed, my mind also sobered and I thought of a problem. "Morgan?" I asked warily. His eyes immediately were concerned. "What… what will happen to you? Your family's reputation. I'm not… they think I'm a—"
His fingers came up and stopped the word from coming out. The blue of his eyes turned icy cold. "Don't," he articulated. "Do not even say the word. You. Are. Not."
I shook my head,