“Uhn,” I grunted, pressing my forehead to his chest. “You’re going to kill me, Gareth.” “No, indeed, Lavinia. I’m going to take care of you.” He removed both of his hands and cupped my face, tilting it up to look at him. “For as long as you’ll let me.” I grasped his wrists to keep his hands there, not to pull them away. “Okay,” I said softly. “Okay?” He arched that dominant brow, using that commanding voice. “For as long as you want me.”
