by Cat Marsters
“Well, I think the most sensible thing to do would be to get you out of it,” he said, smoothing his hands over her back in search of fastenings.
“Well, I would,” she said, “but we have to be at the temple in half an hour. And you’re already supposed to be there.”
“Who cares about me,” Bael said, nuzzling her neck.
“Well, I do,” Kett said, and he looked up, beaming at her.
“I love you.”
“I know. But Bael, this is—”
He pouted like a little boy. “You’re not going to say it back?”
“Why? You know how I feel.”
“But I like to hear it.” He settled his hands around her waist and backed her against a table, nestling his hips against hers. “Say it,” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers, “or I’ll tell everyone you cried when you thought I was dying.”
“Tell anyone,” Kett replied, “and you really will be dying.”
He laughed, his hands already gathering up the folds of her endless skirt. “Gods, there are just acres of it, aren’t there?”
“Yes,” Kett said, “but we really don’t have time to—”
“We always have time,” Bael said, kissing her neck and making her shudder. His fingers finally reached the end of the beaded silk and slid underneath, over the stockings Nuala had insisted on. “Oh Kett. You’re killing me.”
“I have to go to the temple,” Kett protested weakly as he stroked her bare upper thigh.
“You’ll be there on time,” Bael assured her, his fingers sliding higher and finding her lacy underwear damp. “I’ll come with you.”
The innuendo wasn’t lost on Kett, who nonetheless gave it one last try. “We’re not supposed to arrive after the bride. Eithne will kill me if I ruin her big day.”
“Eithne will be delighted you’re as blissfully in love as she is. Now, tell me you love me, stop resisting, and we’ll get there on time. I promise.”
His fingers slipped inside her knickers and Kett lost her breath. “All right, I love you. You bloody idiot, you know I do.”
Bael gave her that dazzling smile and kissed her lips with infinite sweetness. And ten minutes later, Kett screamed that she loved him loud enough for the whole Realm to hear.
About the Author
Cat Marsters lives in a fairytale cottage with a Prince Charming husband who helpfully brings her delicious treats while she writes, and is more than happy to inspire a steamy love scene at a moment’s notice. In fact, he walks around half-naked for this very purpose.
And then she wakes up. In actual fact, Cat lives in a village in southeast England which, while not quite a fairytale setting, is nonetheless very pretty and was mentioned in the Domesday Book of 1086. Cat doesn’t have children but she is the adoring keeper of a small pride of cats, and slavemaster to one Demon Puppy.
Cat has been writing all her life, but in order to keep herself rich in shoes and chocolate, she’s also worked as an airline check-in agent, video rental clerk, stationery shop assistant and laboratory technician. She’s still aiming for the fairytale cottage and asks all potential Prince Charmings to apply in writing with pictures of themselves and their Aston Martins.
Cat welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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