“I—Is this too much?” Thomas hooked an arm around me and tugged me near, dropping kisses from my lips to my heart and back again. Like his demeanor in the laboratory, his attention to detail was slow and deliberate. He listened to each thrum of my heart, each inhalation of breath, and used his powers of deduction for my pleasure. When he finally managed to pull away again, his breathing was as heavy as his lids. “No, Wadsworth. It’s not too much at all. It’s just—” “It’s your virtue, isn’t it?” I teased. “You want to wait until we’re properly married.” “God, no.” He snorted. “I’ve wanted to
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