Stealing a Lady's Heart: A Regency Fairytale (Fairfield Fairytales Book 1) by Tammy Andresen Page A

words back now that she had said them.
    “Charlotte,” Graham began but she stopped him.
    “I don’t think I want to hear what you are going to say.” She turned her face away, her cheeks flushing with color and tears pricking at her eyes.
    He gathered her tighter in his arms and his lips grazed her ear. “I love you too. I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you sitting on that horse.” 
    Charlotte’s heart swelled in her chest. Tears of joy stung her eyes. She turned so that their lips met in a kiss. Their bodies were pressed together and Charlotte began rubbing her skin against his.
    “Charlotte,” he groaned her name as his hand slid down to her buttocks and then pressed their hips together.
    Charlotte could feel his manhood pressing into her.  She hooked her leg around him and then he rolled her on top of him so that she was straddling his hips.  He slipped into her. His hands were guiding her hips until she found the rhythm.  Pleasure was building in her body as she moved against him and then Graham reached up and took her nipple into his mouth.
    She bucked wildly against him.  Charlotte heard Graham groan, “Oh sweetheart. My beautiful Charlotte.” Tension tightened his body in rhythm with her own.
    They climaxed together and then Charlotte collapsed on top of him, certain she would never get enough. Her hand traced patterns on his chest, as her eyes drifted closed.
    He smiled against the top of her head, his hand lightly stroking her back. “Don’t fall asleep on me now. We have big plans to make today.”
    “Mmmm,” she replied sleepily. She wanted to spend the whole day in bed and enjoy the oasis they had found for as long as possible.
    Just as she was about to fall back to sleep a loud knock sounded at the door.
    “Yes,” Graham called.
    “Get up little brother. We need you,” Will’s voice boomed through the door.
    “Go away Will,” Charlotte scolded her brother-in-law.
    “Sorry Charlotte, but it’s important. Meet us downstairs in ten minutes.” Charlotte and Graham heard his muffled footsteps down the hall.
    Charlotte scowled at Graham, her breath coming out in a huff. “This is our honeymoon. Why can’t we have a day?”
    Graham cocked one eyebrow. He chuckled, “Actually, this is a rescue mission. The marriage is a happy side benefit. We must try to get you back to England as soon as possible.”
    Charlotte bit her bottom lip.  He was right of course. “Where will we go?”
    “Harlington Manor first. Then onto your father’s home. The Marquess has never attempted to kidnap you from there so I can only assume there is some protection that is provided in your family home.”
    “And what if there isn’t?” Charlotte’s eyebrows drew together in worry.
    “We sail for America,” Graham stated without reservation.
    Charlotte burst out laughing but then realized he was completely serious. She kissed him hard on the lips. “You would move to America for me?” 
    “I would battle hell itself for you,” he claimed as he returned the kiss and then picked her up and climbed out of bed.  “Now we need to head downstairs.  Keeping you safe is a full time position.” Graham winked at her as he set her down.
    Charlotte sighed but began washing herself and getting dressed. She had a sinking feeling that once they left this room the honeymoon was over.
    The couple descended the stairs, with all eyes on them. Lord MacPherson stepped to the front of the group.
    “Welcome back,” Ewan eye’s twinkled as he spoke.
    Heat travelled up her entire body. She inched closer to Graham. Everyone in the room knew what had happened between them last night.
    “I am sorry to interrupt the honeymoon but we must decide what happens next.”  Ewan patted Charlotte on the shoulder.
    Graham agreed, “You mentioned yesterday that you thought we should leave today.”
    Ewan gave a single nod. “It would be tempting to stay here and rely on the protection my home provides but it will leave the