He didn't kiss her lips this time. His lips went straight to her nape, undoing her in a way nothing else could.
"Heavens, Theodore please. Not here. You are usually the sensible one between us." She sounded breathless as she spoke.
He didn't stop.
His lips trailed lower.
And lower, nipping, sucking, licking the sensitive spot behind her ears. As soon as his lips left a spot, cool wind kissed it, sending a shiver through her.
"I don't feel like being the sensible one." He murmured into her neck, his warm breath tickling her.
She ran her hand through his hair. "Just think about the kind of stories and gossip the servants would pass among themselves by tomorrow morning."
He paused, and she feared he was going to stop.
"Not in this house. I trust Priscilla enough to be sure that no servants would be spying on us."
Oh.
She didn't even trust Agnes that much…
"Is that supposed to make me allow you to have your way in the middle of the lawn? Because, I am hardly convinced."
