“You do, don’t you?” he murmured, and she realized that he was just as amazed by this miracle as she was.
/> “Sometimes I’m going to drive you mad,” she warned.
His smile was as lopsided as his shrug. “I’ll go to my club.”
“And you’ll do the same to me,” she added.
“You can have tea with your mother.” One of his hands found hers as the other moved around her waist, until they were held together almost as in a waltz. “And we’ll have the most marvelous time later that night, kissing and begging each other’s forgiveness.”
“Gareth,” she said, wondering if this ought to be a more serious conversation.
“No one said we had to spend every waking moment together,” he said, “but at the end of the day”—he leaned down and kissed each of her eyebrows, in turn—“and most of the time during, there is no one I would rather see, no one whose voice I would rather hear, and no one whose mind I would rather explore.”
He kissed her then. Once, slowly and deeply. “I love you, Hyacinth Bridgerton. And I always will.”
“Oh, Gareth.” She would have liked to have said something more eloquent, but his words would have to be enough for the both of them, because in that moment she was overcome, too full of emotion to do anything more than sigh his name.
And when he scooped her into his arms and carried her to his bed, all she could do was say, “Yes.”
Her dress fell away before she reached the mattress, and by the time his body covered hers, they were skin against skin. There was something thrilling about being beneath him, feeling his power, his strength. He could dominate her if he so chose, hurt her even, and yet in his arms she became the most priceless of treasures.
His hands roamed her body, searing a path across her skin. Hyacinth felt every touch to the core of her being. He stroked her arm, and she felt it in her belly; he touched her shoulder, and she tingled in her toes.
He kissed her lips, and her heart sang.
He nudged her legs apart, and his body cradled itself next to hers. She could feel him, hard and insistent, but this time there was no fear, no apprehension. Just an overwhelming need to have him, to take him within her and wrap herself around him.
She wanted him. She wanted every inch of him, every bit of himself that he was able to give.
“Please,” she begged, straining her hips toward his. “Please.”
He didn’t say anything, but she could hear his need in the roughness of his breath. He moved closer, positioning himself near her opening, and she arched herself closer to meet him.
She clutched at his shoulders, her fingers biting into his skin. There was something wild within her, something new and hungry. She needed him. She needed this. Now.
“Gareth,” she gasped, desperately trying to press herself against him.
He moved a little, changing the angle, and he began to slide in.
It was what she wanted, what she’d expected, but still, the first touch of him was a shock. She stretched, she pulled, and there was even a little bit of pain, but still, it felt good, and it felt right, and she wanted more.
“Hy…Hy…Hy…” he was saying, his breath coming in harsh little bursts as he moved forward, each thrust filling her more completely. And then, finally, he was there, pressed so fully within her that his body met hers.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, her head thrown back by the force of it all.
He moved, forward and back, the friction whipping her into insensibility. She reached, she clawed, she grasped—anything to bring him closer, anything to reach the tipping point.
She knew where she was going this time.
“Gareth!” she cried out, the noise captured by his mouth as he swooped in for a kiss.
Something within her began to tighten and coil, twisting and tensing until she was certain she’d shatter. And then, just when she couldn’t possibly bear it for one second longer, it all reached its peak, and something burst within her, something amazing and true.
And as she arched, as her body threatened to shatter with the force of it, she felt Gareth grow frenzied and wild, and he buried his face in her neck as he let out a primal shout, pouring himself into her.
For a minute, maybe two, all they could do was breathe. And then, finally, Gareth rolled off of her, still holding her close as he settled onto his side.
“Oh, my,” she said, because it seemed to sum up everything she was feeling. “Oh, my.”