DeButy & the Beast by Linda Jones

Author:Linda Jones [Jones, Linda]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: C429, Extratorrents, Kat
ISBN: 9780505524768
Amazon: 0505524767
Publisher: Love Spell
Published: 2002-04-14T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Julian groaned and pulled the covers over his head, and Anya's, as morning sunlight crossed their faces and interrupted their sleep. Well-deserved sleep.

But it was too late. Once he began to awake there was no turning back. Awareness crept slowly in, though Anya slept on, peaceful and beautifully satisfied.

He held the coverlet over their heads, allowing only a small amount of the morning sun to creep inside. Anya still wore a pink flush of love on her beautiful cheeks. Her brilliant, mussed hair spread across his pillow, and her warm, bare body rested against the white sheets she slept upon. She was, in fact, a vision.

Julian reached out and touched a wayward strand of hair. Last night he had willingly put aside the beliefs he had embraced for the past two years. He had tossed his prim ideals away for the joy of loving his wife. He should be feeling at least a little bit of regret, perhaps even guilt. He felt nothing but satisfaction. Love and happiness and the certainty that this was right, no matter what the greatest medical minds of the nineteenth century preached. Twice on the dining room table and then again in this bed could only be called excess, the kind of excess that he had once condemned as unhealthy.

But Julian wasn't concerned. His common sense won out over the massive number of pamphlets he had collected. Loving his wife would not make him ill, it would not drain or damage him in any way. If anything, he felt more energized this morning than he ever had.

If he allowed himself to question his own beliefs, he might admit that it was Margaret who had driven him to a life of chastity. That with his heart broken, he had forced himself into a position where it would never again be in danger. But he didn't want to analyze his feelings at the moment. He just wanted to watch Anya sleep. He just wanted to touch her and watch her come awake. His fingers crept across the pillow to caress her shoulder, and she purred in response. Her eyes fluttered open, she set them on him, and smiled.

"Good morning," she whispered as she rolled over and into him, her arm draping across his waist as she lifted her head and kissed his neck. Lightly, the lips lingering and arousing.

Dropping the covers so that the sun touched them once again, he pulled her tighter against his body, gently cradling the back of her head and pressing his other hand against the small of her back. "Good morning, my love," he whispered into her wealth of red hair.

"I do so adore the way you look in the morning, marido," she murmured. "With your hair wild and your beard coming in and your eyes still filled with last night's dreams." She sighed, seemingly contented, and kissed his throat again. "Did I tell you last night that I like your bed much better than mine?"

He smiled. "I believe you did."

"Did I tell you that you are a magnificent lover?"

"Yes.

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