Desire's Captive

'I can do better than that, my love—much, much better, but only if you promise to make an honest man of me just as soon as it can be arranged; otherwise I'll tell our grandchildren how you seduced me.'

Saffron laughed, loving him more than ever in this teasing mood, but the laughter died from her eyes when she looked up at him and saw the love she had longed for so achingly, her body trembling as she arched beneath him, his groaned response smothered against her skin as his mouth moved from her lips to her breast and back again.

This time there was no need for him to beg her to undress him, nor to make allowances for her inexperience, nor indeed any need for Saffron to dam up the husky words of love she murmured against his skin, eliciting an instantaneous response. Dominic loved her and she loved him, and she could forgive him all deceit, all pain, everything—because he had given her so much already in compensation, and that, as he told her in the aftermath of their lovemaking, was just the beginning. The best was yet to come!