Authors: Cheryl Gorman
“Not
bad, but I’d feel a whole lot better if you’d come back to bed.” He spoke the
words softly right next to her ear.
Abby
turned, lifted her arms, and wrapped them around his neck. She looked up at
him; his leaf-green eyes gazed into hers. She could still see the shadows of
bruises on his neck where Victor had tried to strangle him. Anger rose briefly
inside her, but she pushed it away. Devlin was okay. He was safe. Their future
was secure. “Make love to me,” she whispered.
Devlin
clasped her hands and tugged her inside. Candlelight flickered around them,
making shadows play over his gorgeous face. He laid her on the bed, then leaned
over and kissed her. His hand pulled her gown over her head. Cool air brushed
her body as Devlin’s hands smoothed over her skin, igniting flickers of desire
and making her yearn for more.
“Come
here, woman.” Sensual pleasure glittered in his eyes.
Abby
laughed. “You probably should rest. Especially after all the energy you’ve
expended so far this evening.” She nearly blushed at the memory. Devlin had
taken her with the passion of a man who had only a few hours left to live. She
had yet to catch her breath. “The doctor said it would take some time for you
to recover from the concussion. Not to mention your cracked ribs.”
Devlin
shifted on the bed and groaned. “I remember, but I know just the cure.”
Abby
wanted nothing more at that moment than to curl up in Devlin’s arms and stay
there until they were both too exhausted from having each other to move.
Miranda had gotten herself into another mess. But that was okay. Because over
the last few weeks, Devlin had taught her to trust in the abilities and wisdom
of the people she cared about. She’d learned that no matter what life threw at
her, she had the strength to fight her way out. And so did her sister. Besides,
this jam had allowed her to find the love of her life.
Abby
snuggled closer to Devlin and laid her head over his heart. He stroked his hand
through her hair and kissed the top of her head. She trusted him. Abby closed
her eyes and put her concerns about the past behind her. Time to get started on
her own happily-ever-after.
“I
love you, Abby.”
Tears
stung the back of her eyes at his words. “I love you, too.”
He
lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. “What are we going to do about it?”
“I
think we’ve already done it.” Her tone was teasing.
Devlin
smiled sensuously. “Uh-huh. But I need to ask you a question.”
She
sighed. “What, my love?”
“Will
you marry me?”
Joy
filled her like a giant fizz of champagne. She could only nod yes, because the
words she ached to say were stuck in her throat. Devlin drew her close and
kissed her thoroughly.
“It
will mean giving up your teaching job.” He trailed his lips to the underside of
her jaw. “Are you sure you want to live on Wolf Island with me in a drafty old
castle?”
Abby
propped herself on one elbow and laid a hand on his cheek. “There’s no place
I’d rather be than there with you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.
My home is wherever you are, Dev.”
Devlin
rolled her onto her back, slipped off his briefs, and slid into her. Just as
she reached climax, a tinkling sound drifted in through the window. Abby and
Devlin turned their heads toward the window, then looked at each other.
Abby
raised both brows. “Did you hear that?”
Devlin
smiled. “I think Alice just gave us her blessing.”