enough?”
With a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a growl, he hitched her up on the seat so she was once again seated away from him. He stared at her like a man starved. She wasn’t sure if he’d ever looked at her quite like that before. It was . . . intoxicating. Since he seemed unwilling to remove her clothes, she released the frog clasp at her throat and pulled the ties loose so she could shrug out of the first layer impeding her.
He swallowed visibly, his gaze attuned to her rapidly rising and falling chest.
“We’re to be married. Can we not enjoy our trip as though we are already so?”
“A carriage is no place for your first time.” He buried one hand in his already disarrayed hair and sighed—it was a sound of defeat and concession.
“Who is to say what should and should not be done now? It’s just the two of us here, George.” She motioned around the carriage.
“I expected you to be furious with me for stealing you away in the middle of the night.”
“If I hadn’t wanted to come, I would have taken the rapier from my father and insisted on you leaving just as he did.”
That comment earned her a warm smile, though the intensity never left his eyes as he stared back at her. Holding his heated gaze, she said, “Show me what it will be like to be your wife.”
“Kate.”
“I always knew that you were the only man for me, and that we would marry, why shouldn’t we begin the first day of our lives now?”
George crossed his arms over his chest. Did she really understand what she was asking? And he hadn’t been kidding that the carriage was no place for them to consummate their union and love for each other. He wanted it to be special for her. And rutting along the road at a suicide pace wasn’t what he would consider appropriate for such an enormous step in their relationship . . . and it could hardly be considered romantic.
“This isn’t what I had planned.”
She pouted out her lower lip. “Are you saying you would prefer to spend the next few days sitting across from me like so?” She imitated him by crossing her arms over her bosom. The action drew his gaze down to her plumped-up breasts.
He decided right then and there that she’d be the death of him. Hopefully not till they wed, but yes, she’d test him at every turn and he’d enjoy every moment of it. “Dearest, you enjoy challenging me.”
“It’s what you love most about me. I’m resilient even when one should think I’d be simpering and curled up in the corner fearful of the wrath my father might bring down on both our heads before we can even reach Gretna Green.”
He scratched the back of his head roughly. “There is the issue of your father. Thank you for reminding me that he’s probably only a couple of miles behind us.”
She edged closer and finally plopped herself in his lap with her back pressed to the cushioned wall and her arms loosely curled around his shoulders.
“Are you worried for your safety?” she asked.
Yes, that and his manhood, but he would never say anything so crass to Kate. So instead, he said, “And what do you suppose we’ll do if he catches us?”
“He’ll have to agree to us wedding, as you’ve compromised me.” She gave him a delighted smile with the pronouncement of her ruin. She did have a point.
One of her hands slid from his shoulder to tug playfully at the knot holding his cravat tightly in place.
“Won’t you give me another kiss, George?”
“Don’t you know that I’d pull down the stars in the sky if you asked it of me? I can never refuse you a kiss.”
She pressed her soft, plump lips to his. He didn’t hesitate to tongue lightly at the seam of her mouth before gaining entry. They’d kissed a thousand times over the last few years that they’d courted in secret, but this felt like their first time. Full of wonder, full of possibility—and it drowned them both in unspent passion.
The carriage hit a rut in the road and they