"If I don't stop now, I won't stop, Louisa." Michael spoke, placing his forehead against hers. "I want our first time together to be perfect. Magic."
"I don't know exactly what you're talking about, but…I know it will be. It doesn't matter when or where." She replied, her breath coming fast.
Her words made him want to send it all to hell and lie on top of her, making her finally. They would get married for the weekend, then travel on their honeymoon, and when they returned, no one would question anything at all. She would be the Marchioness of Exeter.
He placed kisses on her neck, hugged her and inhaled her scent before pulling away. Louisa complained.
"I love you and we'll wait." He said. "But Louisa...once you're mine, prepare to have to put up with me all the time."
She didn't understand what he was saying, but she answered what she thought was right and proper.
"And I will want to be with you every time. How I want it now."
