Read The Coachman's Daughter Online
Authors: Gayle Eden
Tags: #romance, #love, #sex, #historical, #regency, #gayle eden, #eve asbury, #coachmans daughter
“What is wrong?” Deme released her hand and
leaned up on his elbow, reaching to smooth her hair back from her
face.
“I think—we made a child. In York.”
His eyes widened at first, and then he
smiled, a beautiful and blinding white smile. “The first time, do
you think? All that sweet passion, made our child.” His hand moved
to her stomach.
She grinned. “I believe so.”
“Oh, love.” He looked between laughter and
tears, but leaned down and kissed her long and hard. Raising his
head, Deme confessed gruffly, “I wondered what it would be like,
you and I having a child.”
She cupped his cheek. “It will be a handful.
A right handful, like its father.”
“Like its mother.” He laughed roughly.
Touching his lips, her eyes stilled. Haven
said, “My father will be so happy. He will get to be a grandfather.
Both of our father’s will.”
“I’ll be a good father, Haven. A good
husband.”
“We’ll love our children, Deme. However, we
will give them boundaries. Freedom, love, but a strong sense of who
they are.”
“Children, are we having more than one?” His
brow cocked on a grin.
“We’ll see. But God willing, I’d like a
few.”
“I’ll enjoy making them.” He laughed. “Every
one, in passion.”
He settled down. His hand smoothed up her hip
and side. They faced each other, trying to look into a future as
man and wife, with children they had made.
“I have a ravenous urge to be inside of
you—right now.” He confessed roughly.
She took his hand and eased it where she was
damp and ready.
He rose and slid her to the edge of the bed,
moving between her legs and filling her deep, sure, firm. It was
silent, primal, and possessive. Nevertheless, Haven knew what he
was feeling. Just as he needed to claim her, to lose himself inside
her, she needed to be claimed. He is beautiful. She thought. She is
all passion and fire, he mused. And they were. Each, to each other.
The sex, the emotion, the lust and love, it was more intoxicating
than anything either had experienced.
“I love you.” They both whispered during and
after the storm of loving. They both promised—it was only the
beginning of their passion for each other, and their exciting new
life.
The End
OTHER BOOKS IN THIS SERIES:
Saving Juliette – Book One
Lisette – Book Three