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Which meant that his mystery lady had been in London two years ago. And yet she hadn’t known who he was until she’d met Colin.
Damn he's smart smart
“I want—” His voice dropped to a whisper, and his eyes looked vaguely surprised, as if he couldn’t quite believe the truth of his own words. “I want your future. I want every little piece of you.”
“I would allow my children to marry paupers if it would bring them happiness.”
He made a point of fawning over the chubby one, if only because her mother so obviously preferred the other.
Love that
Finally, he just shrugged at her and said helplessly, “I can’t do it.”
Yessss you can not
as he watched her face, her cheeks turning delightfully pink, her eyes cast down to her lap, the strangest thing happened. He realized he wanted her. He really, really wanted her.
Benedict changed positions. Then he bunched the coverlet up over his lap. Then he changed positions again.
Ah-ha
Benedict had a sudden vision of things … shifting down there, and he hastily grabbed the plate, lest it become unbalanced.
AH-HA
“Benedict?” she whispered, forgetting that she still called him Mr. Bridgerton. He smiled. It was a small, knowing sort of smile, one that sent chills right down her spine to another area altogether. “I like when you say my name,” he said.
“I think I have to kiss you,” he said, looking as if he couldn’t quite believe his own words. “It’s rather like breathing. One doesn’t have much choice in the matter.”
“Be mine,” he said, his voice thick and urgent. “Be mine right now. Be mine forever. I’ll give you anything you want. All I want in return is you.”
He knew she wanted him to get out of the way so she could depart. He didn’t move a muscle, save for one finger that thoughtfully stroked the side of his jaw. “You’re illegitimate,” he said. The blood drained from her face.
He smaaart
“I have been adrift all my life,” she whispered, and she felt the traitorous sting of tears prick her eyes. God above, she didn’t want to cry in front of this man. Not now, not when she felt so off-balance and weak. He touched her chin. “Let me be your anchor.”
“I can live with you hating me,” he said to the closed door. “I just can’t live without you.”
“I burn for you,” he said, his lips touching her ear. “Every night, I lie in bed, thinking of you, wondering why the hell you’re here with my mother, of all people, and not with me.”
You will stay right here, and you will keep smiling. Because it breaks my heart to see any other expression on your face.”
And then his heart skipped a beat, because all of a sudden everything felt right. He loved her. He didn’t know how it had happened, only that it was true.
It was strange, to find a woman who could make him happy just with her mere presence. He didn’t even have to see her, or hear her voice, or even smell her scent. He just had to know that she was there. If that wasn’t love, he didn’t know what was.
He needed her next to him, below him, on top of him. He needed her in him, around him, a part of him. He needed her the way he needed air.
well damn
“Oh, Benedict,” she sighed. “Oh, my love.”
„my love“ ahhh
It would be perfect. It had to be perfect. He needed her to love this. He needed her to love him.
awww
“They say that a smart person learns from her mistakes,” she interrupted, her voice forcefully ending his protest. “But a truly smart person learns from other people’s mistakes.”
He saw her. Her. Not Sophie. Her. And yet it was Sophie.
“In my heart,” he vowed, settling her against the quilts and pillows, “you are my wife.” Sophie’s breath caught. “After our wedding it will be legal,” he said, stretching out alongside her, “blessed by God and country, but right now—” His voice grew hoarse as he propped himself up on one elbow so that he could gaze into her eyes. “Right now it is true.”
“You are the reason I exist,” she said softly, “the very reason I was born.”
He loved her. Suddenly the world was a very simple place. He loved her, and that was all that mattered.
Oh now, this was too much. No man fell so blindingly into love that he no longer held a preference for his tea. This was England, for heaven’s sake. More to the point, this was tea.
