Earl of Exile (Lords of Scandal 3)

Slapping her palms over her mouth, she stared as Callum’s head appeared. “Ye were right. The trellis is exceptional.”

She dropped her hands and stepped toward him as he pushed his upper body above the rail and then swung a leg over the side. “You came.”

He stepped toward her, pulling her against his chest. “Of course I did. I cannae stay away from ye now that I ken we’re to be married. The real problem is how we’re no’ going to get caught.”

She slid her arms around his neck. “I’ve convinced my mother to have the ceremony in a fortnight. Perhaps one of my sisters will have a nice, long, proper engagement, but my father is so thrilled not to have to fund my season that I suspect they’ll agree.”

He grinned, capturing her lips. “Ye’re not disappointed are ye? To be missing a large affair?”

“Goodness no,” she answered, kissing him again. “The last emotion I feel is disappointment.”

He slid his hands down over her back and then her behind, cupping the cheeks as he lifted her to press their hips together. Tingling sensations spread through her as his hard shaft pushed into her softness, making her weak with want.

Hoisting her up off the ground, he carried her back inside. “Diana,” he said, his voice rough and low. “I want to wait but…”

“It’s only a few weeks,” she answered, as he sat on the bed with her in his lap, her legs on either side of his hips.

Callum grabbed her derriere again and pressing her closer, they started to move together, even with their clothes still on, Diana thought she might die from need. A

warm sensation coursed through her.

She fumbled with his shirt until she managed to pull it off his torso, then her hands were everywhere. She touched the hard strength of his shoulders, the muscled chest, flat stomach, and hard back, raking her fingers along the skin.

In answer, he lay back and began undoing the falls of his breeches. Then he had to sit up again, to wrestle them over his hips.

Diana lifted up to let him work and, in one quick movement, her night rail went sailing over her head.

He only managed to get his pants down to his knees before she pushed him back onto the bed and lowered herself onto his hard shaft.

Her eyes rolled back as he filled her insides in a way that was incredibly satisfying. Both because he felt so wonderful and because being with him like this made her feel worthy of love. “Oh, Callum,” she breathed out, just holding him inside her.

He ran his hands over her front, touching every swell and angle. “Diana, my love,” he murmured then he pulled her lower and as he slid out of her, took her lips in another heated kiss. “It doesn’t get any better than this.”

“No,” she answered. “It doesn’t.” Then she slid back down him, drawing him into her body again.

The pace was slow but their caresses, their kisses, grew increasingly heated until the pace quickened, taking on a breathless quality that made Diana hot and hungry for more.

She held him tight as her body rode the sensation, drawing to the final climax where she screamed out his name.

She was still spasming inside when he rolled her over and thrust inside her two, three, four times before his own guttural cry joined with hers. She felt his warm seed inside her even as he held her close.

Diana stroked his hair, his warm weight on top of her as they lay still joined together. “I’ll stay until just before dawn,” he whispered.

“Wake me before you go,” she answered, kissing him again.

“Soon enough, I won’t have to go anywhere.”

She smiled as he lifted her again and pulled back the covers. “I can’t believe we’re getting married.”

“I can’t believe it took me this long to decide.” He kissed her again as he settled her into his arms. “I love ye, Diana.”

“I love you, too,” she answered as she rested her cheek on Callum’s chest. She was home. There was no doubt about that. And as for her wedding, the day she’d never expected to have, she couldn’t be more thrilled. It didn’t matter to her where it was or what happened as long as she married her earl.

Epilogue

Two weeks later…

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