by Emma Wildes
For the first time, Christa’s half-sister showed a crack in her veneer of cool disdain. “You would accept me?”
“Of course,” Andrew heard his wife say with a lilt of calm amusement in her voice. “I am a Cancer, and everyone knows how sentimental we are.”
Epilogue
Moonlight flooded the bedchamber. Stretching her nude body deliciously, Christa turned and rested her cheek on her husband’s chest. They were both damp, sated, and her body still tingled from making love.
“Andrew, are you awake?”
His lashes lifted a fraction. “Barely. You are insatiable, sweetheart. What are you trying to do, drive me into an early grave by fucking me to death?”
“I believe,” she said primly, “this last time you were the one who importuned me with such…amazing vigor.”
His teasing grin was a gleam of white teeth, his expression unrepentant. “You like it when I am importunate.”
“Maybe a little bit.” Christa ran her finger playfully down his stomach, loving the way he looked, tousled and so incredibly attractive. “Tell me, why did you agree to marry me so easily? I have been thinking about it ever since this afternoon and that scene with Lily and my father. Even Helena admitted she was surprised at your reaction to our confinement in Lord Landry’s cellar and the possible scandal.”
His only reaction to her softly spoken question was the slightest flicker of a smile on his mouth. “So now you are analyzing my improved gentlemanly status like everyone else, is that it?”
“You have a legendary reputation for detachment.”
“Had,” he corrected, rolling her over suddenly so Christa was pinned beneath his very large, very male body. “Maybe this is why.”
His kiss was both tender and wonderfully arousing. Sighing into his mouth, she responded with enthusiasm, amazed to feel the hardening of his cock along her thigh so soon after intercourse. “Because you want me?” she asked breathlessly, the sensation of his mouth skimming her jaw to nip at her neck making her heart beat faster.
“Because of something mystical,” he answered, whispering in her ear. “I think it must be preordained by some distant constellation that we were destined to be lovers, both in bed and out of it, too.”
Fitting her body to his, she whispered back, “I think you must be right.”
About the Author
Emma Wildes loves the infinite variations of romance in all its forms. She believes that passion makes the world go around …and delights in being able to write about it. If you also like traditional romance or mystery, please visit her at www.katherinesmith.net
Also available from Emma Wildes and Venus Press…
Carla’s Delicious Secret
Savage Shores
The Letter
The Arrangement
